The piece I am using for inspiration, is the Queen of the night aria, from Mozart's opera, The Magic Flute.

Arthur and John looked at one another. Both of them, along with Tommy and their Aunt Pol, all in their best bid and tucker; making their way through a crowd of other people, all done up like a dog's dinner, as well. The older and younger Shelbys, having no idea what their brother and aunt had dragged them too; but they were there, so they might as well make the most of it. Both of them reaching for a drink from one of the trays that were being walked around by waiters that looked as much like penguins, as they did.

"What are we here for, Tom........?" John finally asked, before taking a drink of the whisky he had just acquired.

"Opera............" Polly replied for her nephew. The matriarch of the family doing her best not to laugh, as she saw John look at Arthur. Both appearing less than happy with the information.

"Opera.......what tha fuck are we doing at an opera..........?"

"Because, brother, as we are now legitimate businessmen, being seen at things like this, makes us look good. We get ta rub shoulders with tha right people. People that might be interested in doing business with us, in tha future........" Tommy explained, as he offered his aunt his arm, and escorted her down the long, dramatic flight of steps to where they would be sitting for the performance. Arthur nudging John as they followed, gesturing with his head to all the young women that stood around; their bodies covered by the finest silken gowns, and their shoulder's graced with the thickest fur stoles. The oldest Shelby stating quietly that it might not be too bad having to listen to some old bird warble, as long as they could pick up a little posh to end the night. Arthur and John smiling broadly at a couple of girls, before taking their seats next to their brother.

"And anyway, its not an opera, opera; but a performance of arias from operas.........."

"Oh well, that makes all tha fuckin difference, don't it.........." Arthur huffed, interrupting his aunt. Arthur coughing uncomfortably, as Tommy turned to look at him; giving him a look that told him that now was the time to be quiet.

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The hush that had fallen over the crowd since the lights had gone down, seemed to grow, as a pair of heavy, red velvet curtains were pulled apart, in front of them, to reveal the next performer. Tommy's eyes growing wide, as he looked at the new woman. She was clothed in the most dramatic costume that he had seen all evening, and stood atop a small flight of stairs, that was set in front of a backdrop painted with a large, bright moon and light clouds. Her dress was as black as the night sky, decorated so that it appeared as though she had been wrapped in blanket of stars. The crown atop her head, like a halo. Yet as beautiful as her appearance was, it was when she opened her mouth to sing, that he felt something inside him, truly stir. Feeling his heart beat at a pace that he had never known; his mouth dry and hands damp as her voice took him to the most wonderful places. Places where he felt as though he was at peace. The way that she slowly moved down the stairs and then around the stage, was enchanting; Tommy sure that this Queen of the Night had truly bewitched him. And no matter what it took, no matter how much it cost him, he would be meeting the woman, after the show.

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As the lights had gone up and John and Arthur had thought it was all over; the two thinking that they could perhaps catch up with the women from earlier in the evening; Tommy had proved that it was far from over. Both of them finding themselves in some kind of after party. Tommy not hearing them, nor his aunt, as his eyes finally found the woman that he had been looking for. The head of the family firm slowly pushing his way through the crowd; taking two glasses of champagne from a tray as it was walked past.

"After a performance like that, I would need a drink........" Tommy said as he looked down at what he believed was a glass of water in her hand. The singer turning to look at him, and all the things that he had wanted to say to her, vanished. His usual, cool and calm exterior, slipping, as he took in her true beauty.

"That is very kind of you, but I don't. I find alcohol isn't good for my throat; so, I will just stick to my water. But thank you, Mister.........."

"Shelby, Tommy Shelby.........And you are the Queen of the Night......." Tommy replied, as he found his voice. Holding out his hand for her to take and bringing her hand up so that he could kiss her knuckles, when she slipped her palm into his.

"Well, it is very nice to meet you, Mister Shelby. And yes, I was the Queen, though that is only one of the roles I have played. But my real name is (Y/f/n).......(Y/f/n) (Y/l/n)........." (Y/n) explained. Feeling a blush come to her cheeks, as the man in front of her continued to stare, as he continued to hold her hands.

"And tell me, (Y/n), do you bewitch men while in those roles too; or just when you are the Queen of the Night.........?"

"Bewitch........I didn't know I could do that......."

"Ya bewitched me.........." Tommy told her. It now (Y/n)'s turn to feel the breath leave her, as she lost herself in his turbulent eyes. Eyes that were filled with such pain; pain that she found she wanted to help take away. The two just standing here, looking at one another; the world around them seeming to vanish as the two continued to hold hands.

"Let me take ya out fa dinner.......?" Tommy eventually said. His soft voice bringing them both back to the moment. The two disappointed to find that they were not alone; yet he was determined to change that. A small smile coming to his lips, as she nodded at his request, and her took her arm in his. Forgetting all about his brothers and his aunt, as he led his Queen out into the night.