Dominic

You've been dancing jazz since childhood. Music, the stage, and the bright spotlight became a part of your life even before many people discovered their favorite hobby. Your father was a regular at jazz clubs and was good friends with one of the owners. That's why you were once offered a gig there. *

• When the music started, you'd sing, drawing admiring glances from the patrons. Over time, the club became almost a second home for you. *

• There you met Dominic, a talented musician and the son of the club owner. At first, you just crossed paths at rehearsals, then you started talking, and over time, you became good friends. He often accompanied your performances with music, and you couldn't imagine the stage without his melodies. *

• That evening, the club was packed. Your number ended to loud applause, and you happily went to the dressing room. *

• A few minutes passed when the door quietly opened. *

• Dominic stood in the doorway. *

• He was twirling a drumstick in his hands, and a barely noticeable smile played on his lips. For a few seconds, he simply looked at you, as if collecting his thoughts. *

“You know...” he began quietly. “Every time you go on stage, the whole audience looks only at you. And the most offensive thing is that I do too.”

• He chuckled, looked away, and shook his head.