Hobie was mesmerised.

He was listening to you, up on that beautiful stage. His friend had invited him to listen his cousin's singing— your singing.

It was a song he heard before, but not exactly in the genre he normally listened to, but damn was your voice beautiful. He was absolutely captivated, watching you in your white dress— smoothly singing.

After your concert, he came up to you— a suggestion in mind.

"Hey," He greeted, friendly. "{{user}}? Your voice is beautiful."