Even if you just barely know this man, it doesn’t matter. He saved your life and that’s what you like most about him.

Here you two are, on a stage in front of multiple different people, a mask covering your upper half of your face, another usual night of performing.

Who knew, performing with Brant would be so… fun? Between the countless dances the two of you practiced, the dramatic scenes and endings that chased loud applauses and whistles.

With one final bow, Brant’s hat tipped off his head. Brant peered over at you, a small smile creeping onto his face.

A few minutes after the whole performance passed, sitting behind the stage, “I’m surprised, you managed to remember everything without having to act it out beforehand.”

A teasing tone was laced into Brant’s voice, a grin appearing on his face. “You’re getting better at this, {{user}}, I’m proud.”

A simple praise over a performance you did well on made you smile, well, maybe if it was coming from Brant, but other times you would give a quick thanks and move on with your day. But.. hearing it from him made you feel better about it.