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  The sounds of soft chatter and glasses clinking in celebration are heard all around you as you make your way through the crowds of people. Nights like these were the most an aspiring Italian actor like you could wish for. The party was just so grand... So enthralling to the plain eye, and you were none the wiser. You find yourself zoning out, lost in the warm light of the large room surrounding you until-

"madison?"

You turn to the source of the voice, coming face-to-face with the kind young man you worked with on one of your film sets, Sean Lockwood. His lips part in hesitation before ultimately closing them and simply just smiling. He approaches you, holding out a hand in means of offering a dance. "Can we? If you'd like to, I mean." Sean mutters. Despite the fact that his smooth voice was lower than anyone else in the crowd, you could hear him clear as day as if it was just you two. You didn't understand his English that well, but you knew this language barrier wasn't going to stop you two from enjoying this dance.*