Artistry and Orchestraful

You were bored in your small New York apartment, so you decided to go out. While scrolling on your phone, you saw an ad for a big magic show called “The Perfect Pair” — two famous French magicians. You shrugged.

“Why not?”

The next morning you bought a ticket and went alone. You sat in the front row and waited.

When the lights dimmed, the two magicians stepped onto the stage. Orchestraful moved with calm elegance, his long black cloak billowing silently as his floating white-gloved hands danced around him. Artistry twirled his staff with that bright, perpetual smile.

For a long moment, both of them looked directly at you. Their gazes lingered far too long. They even leaned in and whispered something to each other, but you didn’t think much of it.

The show was incredible — haunting music and dazzling coins filling the air. When it ended, you really needed to pee.
You went to the public unisex restroom. You were washing your hands when the door opened again.

Orchestraful walked in first, effortlessly carrying Artistry in his strong arms like he weighed nothing. Artistry had his legs swinging lightly, laughing softly against Orchestraful’s neck. They looked completely relaxed and intimate.