Sierra sat on the couch, holding a large Love Never Dies script in her hands. Ramin paced back and forth in front of her as he struggled for the words.

"Should we go again?" Sierra asked, "From the beginning?"

"We might as well." Ramin said with a sigh, "I don't understand why I can't…piece it together properly, you know? It's just so long! And Andrew's not going to be happy if I show up tomorrow and I don't know it."

"I know, Ramin. But you've got the individual parts down, you just have to get them in the correct order. Try again."

"Alright. Give me the cue."

Sierra straightened her back and cleared het throat before singing the verse for about the twelfth time:

And so through song

We will once more be one

When I hear you sing

Once more

She turned to look at Ramin expectedly, watching him closely as he sang:

From out of ugliness

Such light

From out of darkness

Such a flame

He began correctly as Sierra followed along, although it was a bit difficult to read the actual text underneath all of Ramin's pencil markings of scanning and notes and such. He paused briefly before continuing,

Let him shun me in disgust-

"Sorry, Ramin," Sierra interrupted, "You missed the second chunk: In him my wrongness is made right…"

"Oh! Right right right." Ramin picked up from where she prompted him and continued, only to skip another verse later on.

"I don't know what's happening to me, Sie," Ramin said, distraught as he stopped pacing and ran his hands down his face, "Why am I having so much trouble with this?"

"You're overthinking it," Sierra said, looking him straight in those beautiful brown eyes of his, now intense with worry that he would never get it right,

"What do you always say? You can't think of them as words or chunks of verses, you have to feel the words and sing the thoughts rather than the words themselves. Don't worry about the memorization, you know it, now perform it for me."

Ramin's sad face curled up in a smile that crinkled around his eyes ever so slightly and his adorable dimples show.

"You're wonderful, you know that?"

"Yes. Thank you, I do," she said jokingly, "Now,"

When I hear you sing

Once more

Ramin took a deep breath before singing with the most entrancing voice she'd ever heard. His voice was hushed and heavy with sadness, so different from before when he was just trying to recite the words from memory.

Sierra began following along in the script, although she had basically memorized the entire thing by now and soon looked up at Ramin only to get lost in his own little private performance. His eyes filled as he spoke, and his voice quivered slightly against a few of his words.

He was so beautiful, so captivating, and so perfect, that her eyes began to fill up just watching him. He took her breath away and as he finished, he rubbed his eyes and looked down at her.

"Oh now, don't cry, Sie!" He said, rushing to sit beside the soprano on the couch and wrap his arms around her, "Was it that bad?" He asked jokingly.

Sierra laughed as she wiped a tear from her cheek. "Ramin, that was beautiful. I told you you knew it."

"Indeed you did. And you were right, as usual." He tightened his grip on Sierra and rocked her back and forth a little as he nuzzled his face against her shoulder. She giggled and squirmed in his arms, half-heartedly asking to be released.

"You're going to make every audience cry if you do it like that, you know." Sierra said once Ramin loosened his grip, but kept his arms around her.

"Well I think that might be the point, is it not?" He chuckled.

"So you enjoy making people cry, is that it?" She asked, feigning shock.

"Oh, that's Andrew Lloyd Webber's job, not mine." Ramin said as he kissed the side of her head, and then her cheek. Sierra turned her head toward his and she let him get within kissing distance before she spoke right into his slightly parted lips.

"Alright, we have to do it again. Just to make sure that wasn't a fluke."

"It wasn't!" Ramin groaned as he leaned to kiss Sierra again, but she placed her hands firmly on his amazingly fit chest to hold him at bay while she balanced the script on her knees.

"I think we've done enough for today," he tried again.

"Nope," Sierra said as it became harder and harder to hold him off, as well as resist tossing the script on the floor and making out with him for the next six hours, but she knew he had to practice, and she wanted to tease him a little, too.

"Fine," Ramin groaned as he got off the couch and took his place in front of her again, "Give me the cue."

He performed his last song in Act I for Sierra once more before resuming his previous advances, and not much more practicing was done for the rest of the evening.