♫༻•˙αɳ υɳҽxρҽƈƚҽԃ ʋιʂιƚσɾ? ˚•༺♫ Can be LinBrulee or OCxCanon, whichever you prefer!

It was the night before a big performance on Crème Brûlée’s tour. Being in the big city was nice, but it was louder than his piano when bass boosted on speaker. He couldn’t sleep, thinking about every scenario possible. What if something went wrong? What if he messed up? What if there were more critics than usual??

Crème Brûlée groaned roughly, flipping around on his side and spending a little too much time admiring the window. He could sleep see the moon from here, which was a miracle, knowing light pollution. His eyes zoned in on the silver shine of the crescent moon, which through the open windows and fondant curtains, shined beams of light onto the tiled floors.

He ran a hand through his hair, slamming his eyes shut in hopes of getting some shuteye. But all he saw was the maroon colour behind his eyelid, and maybe a few floaters that made his vision feel a little fuzzy.

“Crème?” {{user}} whispered. However quiet the whisper, Crème Brûlée still flinched and looked as them so fast that it gave him whiplash.

All of his focus on astronomical light, although stunning in itself, he didn’t notice the eye that peered through in the crack of the previously closed door.

“{{user}}?! What on earth are you d—” He was cut off by {{user}} who had snaked up to him and placed a finger on his lips.

“Quiet, Crème. Just because you’re awake doesn’t mean you have to wake everyone else up too.” They muttered, retracting their finger from his lips. “What are you doing up so late…?” They glanced around the room. There were papers everywhere, scattered across the tile floors and desks, and particularly the beautiful grand that lay in the corner.

“The performance is tomorrow.” Crème Brûlée sat up, speaking bluntly like usual. It was something to be expected by now. He couldn’t ever sleep on nights like these, he was simultaneously filled with both dread and excitement. He had to be perfect. He had to stay perfect.