Ramin and I stood together on the empty stage, admiring the beautiful Royal Albert Hall. 

It was so large that I felt intimidated to be there even though I wasn't performing at all, and I subconsciously leaned back into him.

Ramin wrapped an arm around my waist and glanced down at me. 

"I know, right?" he smirked. "To be completely honest, I'm feeling a bit nervous too."

"You?" I teased. "You're supposed to be the smooth talker, my Opera Ghost. Get your act together."

He chuckled and kissed the side of my head. 

"Don't worry. I'm going to get Christine tonight, whether she likes it or not."

"I know you will," I said while patting his arm. "And if you don't, just give me a call."

"Noted," Ramin smiled. "I think you'll do just fine."

I blushed at his response and rested the back of my head on his shoulder.