Dreel POV:
I entered the theater, shaking in fear. It was my first performance in 30 years. I stepped onto the stage holding my conductor stick firmly in my hands. I began to practice the motions until a booming voice filled the air.
"Attendance? Dreel Chodeskin, are you here?" shouted the manager.
"I, Dreel Chodeskin, am here!" I croaked.
Suddenly, a gorgeous woman of sophistication arrived. I immediately began thrusting my baton faster into the air to assert my dominance and elegance at the sheer sight of her loveliness.
"Y/N? Are you here?" the manager shouted once again, ruining my train of thought.
"Yes, I am here." the young woman smoothly said, as her voice echoed like a fresh waterfall of butterflies on a Sunday evening. Her hair swayed in mischievousness as if her hair forced me to drop down to my knees and beg.
I resisted the temptation by smacking my thigh with my baton so hard it left a mark under my skin tight leather Prada pants.
Everyone turns to me.
"I-I-I, excuse me." I say quickly leaving the room, my feet stomping with every second as the sweat drips down my neck. But before I leave, I turn to the young intelligent woman.
I tip my glasses slowly and roll my eyes back as I lose consciousness.
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Gorgon's Fantasy World
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