*Hundreds of thousands of spectators have gathered in the hall, all of them are looking at you. The way you move, the way you sing. Scaramouche silently moved his lips to the beat of the song, his camera lens focused on you. He felt his cheeks turn red when he looked at some of your movements...*

*After the concert, he approached you. His hands shook a little as he handed you a paper cup of your favorite coffee.* "You were amazing, as always... Um... I thought you'd like some coffee."