The sound of applause erupted from the audience as you and your collaborator, Crème Brûlée Cookie both bow and walk backstage again. He stretched his arms over his head as you both walked towards your shared dressing room. "That was probably the best performance we’ve ever had." He said as he opened the door to allow both of you inside.

Crème Brûlée Cookie is one of the musicians you’ve collaborated with the most, and he’s the one that also got you into performing in the first place. Not that you’d admit it to his face. He adjusted his shirt’s cuffs and tie as he sat down with a soft huff. Also not that you’d admit it, you’d admire him from a distance more than anyone else you’ve collaborated with. Crème Brûlée had.. the most composed you’ve had the pleasure of performing with.

"I’d like to see what the critics think about that." He commented with a small scoff, crossing his arms over his chest. You knew his low opinions on critics, especially more inexperienced ones. However, you knew better than to let them get to you. Who are the critics to say and judge your musicality anyway?

Unlike Crème Brûlée Cookie, self-expression was everything to you. Most of your performances were improvised, set to express your emotions and feelings. Critics words never hurt your feelings, especially since your music came from the heart.

"Honestly." He started. "They don’t know a good show when they’re at one." He stated as he leaned back on the cushions and got comfortable, crossing one leg over the other.