Three sentence fic pairing/prompt: the managers, old secrets revealed (I have no idea where this came from but I think I invented a new ship lol)
"What violinist?" Firmin asked gruffly as they retreated to the wings, still sizing up the Daaé girl with a healthy dose of skepticism. But André wasn't listening, already lost in memories from years past - of returning to the fair time and time again, enchanted by the fair-haired violinist who played as if the angels themselves had taught him. He brushed off the question and pretended to focus on the daughter, while his heart still ached for the father.