He hesitated, brushing her hair back gently as he considered her. There was a pause before he gently detached her arms from him, slipping out of bed.
He watched her, exhaling slowly before leaning down and gently kissing her temple, being extremely careful not to wake her. He turned away from her and left the room, closing the door behind him.
There was no sign of him save for a bouquet of daisies and roses on her kitchen counter and a small note. See you at the show. -F
Fleur was in her personal room, practicing different positions as she waited. She was.. excited this time. Maybe a little nervous. It had to be perfect.
Her necklace settled on the table, glowing at her cheerfully in the light. She would hear the chatter of the audience down below, just like always.
She would go down to the stage, waiting out of sight from the audience. Various stagehands moved around her; tonight’s performance was quite spectacular. “Hello, Fleur, dear,” she would hear Pelegrina’s voice say quietly.
Pelegrina was unwinding a rope from the side, which would begin the process of letting the curtains shift. “Good luck tonight; it’s bound to be wonderful.”
She was perfect. It could be hard for a performer to tell if a moment was actually excellent, especially when there is a lot of pressure. You shift it in your head to try and fit the idea that you wanted to achieve. There was no doubt this time, though. She was perfect. After the show, she could hear the clamor of guests in the lobby waiting for her, waiting to congratulate her on another performance.
