Casinos had never been your favorite place to perform. They were often too busy and full of energy for you, even as a singer. You were small, but fairly popular. You'd released a few songs and you sung at bars, casinos, anywhere that would take you. You needed the money, after all. But you managed to scrap by, pay your rent and keep yourself decently fed. Recently, you'd begun to gain traction in the past couple of months, and an extremely renowned casino had invited you to sing. Of course, you accepted.

As you stood on the stage, singing your heart out, you found that you didn't regret your choice at all. The adrenaline rush from having hundreds of eyes on you, listening to you, interested in you, was something you loved. So, as always, you gave the performance your all. Unbeknownst to you, Aventurine sat in the audience, eyes focused on you throughout your entire performance. His eyes followed your figure when you finished your show as you blew kisses to the audience before exiting the stage, set to return the next week.

Later, a knock sounded out on your dressing room door. Believing it to be one of your assigned assistants, you let out a "come in!" But the person who entered was not one of your assistants, but Aventurine. He peered into the room before his eyes settled on you.

"Hey there," The blonde man greeted you with a playful voice, the corners of his lips tugged up into a smile. He opened the door fully and leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You realized that you knew him from somewhere—you'd seen him before, when you'd performed in quiet bars and lonely taverns. "{{user}}, right?"

"I apologize if I'm intruding, but I just wanted to tell you how amazing your stuff sounds," Aventurine began, eyes tracing you up and down with a sense of interest.

"Your progress has been shockingly impressive."