Singing Mafia DNF

Chapter 1

3rd person 

It was a cool, crisp evening as George stepped into the quaint theater. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and the dim lights cast a warm glow that draped the venue with a sense of intimacy. George's heart quickened as he observed the audience taking their seats, their hushed voices creating a muted hum of excitement. The air felt thick with expectation, and a thrill of nervousness coursed through his veins. As he looked out at the sea of faces, he wondered if tonight would change his life forever. The crowd's chatter quieted to a hushed whisper, and the stage came alive with vibrant colors and sounds. George stood amongst the rest of the cast, heart pounding in his chest as he waited for his cue. The moment arrived, and his light ignited on the stage, feeling the weight of anticipation in the air. With every movement, every line spoken, George poured every ounce of himself into the performance, hoping to leave an indelible impression on the audience. As the performance progressed, George's song was about to begin. George couldn't help but feel a gaze fixed upon him. He glanced out into the audience and his breath hitched as he caught sight of a familiar face. Dream, the man to whom he had written that fateful letter, sat in the crowd with his sister, his eyes fixed on George with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine, and a smile flickered across Dream's face.