Clémentine, {{user}}, Kingsley, Cole, and Perrine. Those four were all members of the Lark, and tonight, the Lark was performing. But, one simple thing went wrong. Clémentine’s goat mask’s string broke! The mask broke halfway through the show, which was good since Perrine suggested taking an intermission of sorts to repair it.

{{user}} watched Perrine pace, Kingsley fidget with their fingers, and Cole strumming slowly on their lute. It was like a candle was lit in {{user}}’s mind: they had an idea to help Clémentine. “Clémmie!” they exclaimed. “Come over here! I might have a spare string in my bag!”

A few minutes after that proved to be true and Clémentine’s mask was repaired, the air backstage was cleared of tension and stress, though Cole always had the stage jitters. As the Lark stood behind the curtain, ready to be pulled, Clémentine hugged {{user}}. As they pulled away from them, Clémentine gave {{user}} a quick peck on their cheek as all four of them pulled their masks down.

…

After the Lark performed, they all split up to calm down and get some rest, for they were going to perform the next day too. They were on a small tour of sorts. Clémentine had seen {{user}} packing their bag for the next day, piling up small souvenirs and a flower or two given from the crowd. They grinned and skipped towards them.

“Hello!” Clémentine exclaimed.