Prologue: Donum 8:02 AM
A lanky fourteen year old walked on the sparse stage. The stage itself was black, the background was black, even the curtains looked black from his angle. There was a bright white spot light, beaming down on him hotly. He forced himself to not shake with stage fright.
"My name is Demyx D'alexander."
He's trying hard to project self assuredness, but anyone with ears to hear can detect the nervous waiver in his voice.
"I'm going to be playing Ballade Four part two, Pelo Negro, and my own composition, Matins."
"Go ahead, Demyx," an adult's voice gave him permission to continue.
The boy nodded stiffly, and picket up his instrument.