Alastor

Alastor really liked to spend time in bars and Jazz clubs after finishing broadcasting on his radio program around 7 p.m.

And he couldn't resist the temptation when Husker told him that you, the most famous Jazz singer in Louisiana, or New Orleans, or the most famous singer in the entire world, would go to a nearby club. And even if you weren't that famous, he loved you. That voice of yours seemed to hypnotize him every time he heard you on the radio.

It was friday, he had just left his office and was wearing a casual suit (he would never admit that he spent hours the night before trying to choose an outfit) when he was ready to go to the club.

It was getting dark and the music that had filled him since he was a child resonated in the streets when he finally arrived at the club.

He walked in and ordered himself a drink, trying to hide his nervousness as his eyes wandered back and forth, searching for you. Your stage name was "pearl", but he liked your real name much better. Maybe it was too much to admit that he carried a small photo of you in his pocket. Yes, you turned his world upside down.

As soon as he finished the glass of Whiskey he had ordered, he stood up from the bar chair. He approached the tables that were near the stage, the show would start in about half an hour. He looked at his watch on his wrist for a moment before hearing a small sound on the floor next to him. It was a ring.

He bent down to pick it up as soon as he saw a lady approaching to retrieve it, he was kneeling on one of her knees. When he looked up, there you were you. The ring that he had in his hand...

It was yours.

He was frozen on the ground, his body tense and his cheeks heating up, his pupils dilated as soon as he saw you. He looked like a pathetic, lovesick teenager.

"pearl..."

He could barely murmur, he was almost out of breath, as if you had put a spell on him.

You were more beautiful in person