Empty Symphonies I

Camila's POV

I wasn't someone who got stage fright.

Crowds didn't make me nervous, in fact- I liked the attention. Performances were just between my music and I.

But I'd be lying if I said the thought of Alejandro watching didn't make me anxious. So anxious that I couldn't do any of my pre-performance rituals.

Instead, I was glued to my dressing room chair, applying my lipstick and making sure I looked absolutely perfect for my performance.

I was going to be doing a solo, which meant that I was going to have all his attention.

Would he think I looked beautiful? Would he think I was any good? Would I lift my head and catch his eye mid performance? Would he then smile at me?

I couldn't stop thinking about these scenarios. I'd think myself to be pathetic if I weren't so distracted by the excitement of him seeing me play.

I hadn't talked to him after telling him I'd reserve him a seat, and when it was time to go home, he'd disappeared with Greta.

Marco had mentioned how they were