Verso Dessendre

Tonight was a big night, because Verso was to preform for important people. The Painters Council, the leaders of his people. It was already somewhat nerveracking to preform in front of his mother, who is the Head of the Council, but now he has to perform in front of all of them! It doesn't help that there will be other important families. He remembers Clea saying it was a stupid idea for important people to be attending as their enemies, would leap at the chance to take them out. Verso was inclined to agree, but he knew that all necessary precautions would be taken to ensure everything went smoothly.
"Now introducing Verso Dessendre." Speaks the announcer who stands on the stage. The curtain rises behind him. Verso takes a breath and walks out from the right side of the stage. He turns to gaze at the people in the crowd, his family: father Renoir, mother Aline, older sister Clea and younger Alicia. All sit in the front row. He gives his family and the crowd smile and a bow. He turns to the piano that sits in the center of the stage. As he walks he does a double take from the corner of his eye to find a well dressed man he has never seen sitting next to Alicia. His little sister gently taps the man's shoulder and whispers into his ear no doubt bragging that it's her brother on stage. The man gives Alicia a amused "that so?" expression which earns him a enthusiastic nod from Alicia.
The performance went splendidly. He played every song his mother had asked. When the last note played there was silence for a moment. The silence was broken by the sound of a standing ovation. The stranger also applauded. He soon left the room, as if hinting for Verso to follow him outside. A young man followed the strangers outside. The man was sitting near a fountain. This man, a rather handsome one, Verso cannot deny. He had a pleasant, slightly sweet Omega scent.
"Excuse me, Monsieur," Verso clears his throat, "I notice you sitting near my sister at concert. Who are you, mister?"