“Don’t go! Not yet anyway. I need to speak with you.” He sternly said and she felt her body curl up inside.

     She hated being seen with anyone…Human that is. And that was when she remembered the sunglasses. Quickly she snatched down the sunglasses and slipped them over her eyes as the tall scary with fiery eyes climbed up the steps and over to her.

     He gave off a chuckle when he noticed her arms clinging to her body, “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to tell you that you have a lot of talent. One of the best I’ve seen in years as a Conductor!”

     He eyed her reaction. She didn’t budge anymore or any less but made sure to keep a safe distance to make her comfortable.

     “This is going to sound weird, but how would you like a chance to play professionally and attend one of the third best Music schools?” he questioned.

     She tilted her head to the side, unclenching her body. He couldn’t really be serious, could he? This was the first time someone had offered her something that big. Normally it was the Cabaret owners, small orchestras, and other groups that gave her offers.

     “My name is Ares Winter. I’m the Conductor here at the University of Sound.” He reached his hand into his suit pocket and pulled out a card, “I’d love to expand your talent and show others your abilities.”

     Unexpectedly, she waved both of her hands in front of her chest, shaking her head as she did before transitioning. She raised her right hand and pressed the tips of her fingers against her chin. Ares watched as she continued to move her hands in front of her body, attempting to explain that she couldn’t do such a thing. She was not worthy enough. His eyes widened in astonishment. He had seen that movement before in some movies. It was sign language.

     “You…You can’t speak…can you…?” he stepped closer to her and she shook her head no.

     “How interesting! Then are you willing to accept my offer?”

She shook her head again.

     “Then please, take my card. It has where you can reach me. Come by my office anytime.” He held his card out to her.

     Hesitantly she shuffled herself close enough to him to receive the card. But once she did, she bolted to the other side of the stage. He watched as her body ran up the carpeted stairs and disappeared through the wooden doors. He crossed his fingers, hoping that perhaps she could be the one to fulfill the promise.

     On the other side of the doors, she continued to run down the great hall. She felt the eyes of the paintings staring down at her as if she was an intruder. Half-heartedly, she regretted going to that place. He could have noticed and so could the janitors standing outside the door. 

     She pushed open the golden framed door and out into the cold night, she went. Her breath instantly turned into a giant white cloud and it was then, she noticed she had been sweating within the copious amounts of clothes while in the theater and this made her even colder. 

     She took another glance at the card and traced the golden writing of Ares’s name with her eyes. How pretty it looked. Just like her mothers’ handwriting when she was young. She smiled, sliding the card into her coat pocket. She couldn’t wait to tell The Jazz Man about this.