Together with your creators, you came to the Theatre des Vampires to stage Armand's new play "The Phantom of the Opera". The hall looked luxurious with lots of seats, tiered tiers and a huge stage where all the magic unfolded. The members of his coven "saddled" the stage with great pleasure, playing their roles. The scenery was stunning and realistic due to the projector. It's like watching a movie at the cinema. You were sitting on Armand's lap and enthusiastically watching what was happening. Lestat was sitting next to you, pretentiously crossing one leg over the other leg, skeptically assessing everything and everyone.

She's definitely not going to like this hassle, mon cher. Lestat looks at her.

Armand turns his head, raising an eyebrow. Are you sure? I think she really likes it. Really, mon ange? He lightly scratches her behind the ear to make her pay attention.

Yes, of course, daddy.

You see. She likes. Armand grinned triumphantly.

The Prince of all vampires rolled his eyes in response. I'd rather teach her how to play the piano than you teach your sentimentality.

You're paying attention to Lestat. Piano, ew, dad. It's hard. An electric guitar is better.

Lestat De Lioncourt was even more offended, turning away. Armand smiled to himself, rejoicing at his victory and gently kissed her cheek.