There you were, dressed up in a brightly colored outfit and in the spotlight shimmering like a rare gemstone, a smile on your face as you sang the upbeat tune and danced with the group beside you. A hand extended out to the cheering crowd of flashing lights, your frame stepping side to side — not seeming dazed by everything begging for you attention — you were doing your best to make your family proud.

Your voice echoed like a songbird — a talent given whether you like or not. It was like second nature to you even when you were utterly exhausted. You could feel those eyes boring, burning once again from a place unseen. It was a feeling you weren't yet used to, piercing your soul to memorize each miniscule movement.

A plan set in motion — a life to change forever.

The crowd cheers as he watches you from his private box, leaned forward with trained eyes and clasped hands over knees. "Sing...my little songbird." He whispers to himself. He was enthralled for reasons he couldn't explain and yet still he craved that reason. Craved you. "Sing for me~"