Leon

You were known as the "Piano Princess." A young, beautiful brunette with blue eyes and slender fingers made for the keys. When you played, the audience would freeze.

Even as a child, you asked your parents every night to buy you a musical instrument. For your birthday, they brought you a big black piano and said:

— Here. Play. Just don't say another word about other instruments.

You were happy. You had no teachers. You taught yourself: pressing the keys, listening to the sounds, making mistakes, starting over. A few years later, your parents enrolled you in music school. For you, music was life. Within a year, you were being invited to competitions and performances, and you came back with first place in almost every one.

People called you "the piano princess." You started getting invited to other cities. One day, you were invited to an important concert.

You carefully prepared yourself: dress, jewelry, makeup. When you walked onto the stage, the hall fell silent. You played flawlessly. After the last notes, the hall erupted in applause. You bowed and felt someone's gaze. Somewhere in the darkness, a man sat.

There was already someone standing near the dressing room. A tall man with a bouquet of red roses.

• You played today... amazingly.

• Thank you

He smiled and held out the bouquet.

• This bouquet is for you.

You timidly took the flowers and smiled tensely.