To make her smile, to make her pant, to give her everything she's dreamed of and more. But she has to collect herself to sing the winning song one more time. Rene watches, enthralled as her voice wavers with the force of her emotions. He takes this song to catch his breath, to savor her, to enjoy all that she is. He knows that a whirlwind is going to wrap around them over the next day. All the press is going to want a piece of her, want answers, want a story. They'll want to know every secret she has so they can claim they give the best information. The secrets that Rene would rather keep between himself and Celine. But this is her dream and this is the price of fame – people wanting everything and never settling for half answers. As soon as she's off stage, the chaos begins. Rene escorts her everywhere, always stayingclose so she can look to him for answers, for safety, for the assurance that there is someone who wants nothing from her except her smile. One interview, another, another, and a press conference. By the time she gets through it all, Rene can tell that Celine is tired of talking. So they head back to the hotel so she can change for the dance that follows the contest. A chance for her to be herself without press. Where she can let go and dance rather than answering questions. Rene watches as she throws herself into the music, into the fun. She always returns, asking Rene to dance. He always says no. Not because he doesn't want to. He watches each roll of her hips, the wide smile that stretches over her face, the way she laughs and gives herself over to the music.
