One Shot #1 (Ramin Karimloo)

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I was sitting on the edge of the windowsill in my bedroom, watching a flock of seagulls passing by. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, and there was barely a cloud in the sky. 

A small breeze was blowing through the air, and I welcomed the cool sensation on my skin.

It was pretty silent outside, with only a few horns honking in the distance, but it was quickly broken when I heard a melody being carried by the wind. 

It didn't take me long to recognize what it was.

Ramin was singing "Music of the Night" on the roof of our apartment complex, and I felt my heart beginning to race at the sound of his operatic voice. 

With a smile, I got up from the window and went up to the attic, where the wide opening was at.

I crawled through and was hit with sunlight, so I put a hand up to shield my eyes from the intense rays. 

I didn't even notice his singing had stopped until I felt his fingers around my wrist. He gently pulled me up to full height, turned me around so that my back was against his chest, and then he resumed his song.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication," Ramin sang softly, lifting my hand up to his face. "Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in; To the power of the music that I write; The power of the music of the night."

He lifted me up and spun me around in the air, emitting a giggle out of me. 

Once he set me back down on the ground, he rested his forehead on mine and quietly sang, "You alone can make my song take flight; Help me make the music of the night."

I couldn't contain the blush that was forming on my cheeks from Ramin's sweet gesture, and my neck heated up in embarrassment. 

"Why do you always have to do this to me?" I whined, hiding my red face in his chest. 

He chuckled and rubbed my back with his hands. 

"Because you like it," he smiled. "You can deny it all you want, but I know you like it when I sing to you as the Phantom."

There was no point in arguing with Ramin further, so I remained silent and let him hold me in his strong arms while he kissed the top of my head gently. 

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