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There was good and there was bad music, Nino knew that better than anyone.

And by that he didn't categorize after his own taste (which did play a role but he didn't want to admit that) but after the beat, the melody, the way it was played and the quality.

And he could definitely give a song a judgement by the first listen. He just knew if it was a bad song or not, he could tell.

And this definitely was a bad song.

Nino grimaced as he went after Alya, trying not to slip on the snow, as the probably a little more than tipsy band played on the tiny stage of the Christmas Market.

This was-… A bad song. A very bad song and a very bad performance. Even if he assumed that the band probably didn't care.

But his girlfriend wouldn't budge. She mercilessly pulled him to the next stand, looking at the things there with big eyes, while he suffered under the music violating his ears.

Did she not hear that? Did she not realize how much pain he had to endure just by standing too close to the stage? Nino pulled his hat down over his ears with a whine, which earned him an amused chuckle from his girlfriend.

"It's not that bad, you big baby.", she laughed at him and while her smile did make up for some of the unholy sounds that reached him, it still didn't make the band stop.

"It is that bad!", he insisted and she merely laughed, shaking her head.

"You're just being a nerd about it. These guys are drunk and having fun, and most of the people watching them are just as drunk. Just let them have their fun."

He groaned once again, shaking his head and keeping his hands on his ears.

"If it's their fun, fine, but every sober person in the hearing range of this monstrosity of shameful cats' concert is crying."

Alya shortly looked around, then she giggled as she reached up to his cheek, caressing it with her gloved fingers.

"I think you're the only one crying.", her eyes twinkled in amusement, "Also, I don't think Chat Noir would like you categorizing this music as the same as the one produced by his kind."

Nino rolled his eyes at that comment but decided not to discuss.

Woman was right, woman knew better.

So he merely followed her to the next stand, internally wailing about the many wrong notes that he heard from every single instrument played on that stage. Soon, his ears wouldn't stand the torture anymore.

Just as they stepped closer to the stage again, though, for Alya to coo at the displayed angels that were carved of wood, he got an idea. It would be super embarrassing and Alya would probably break up with him. He would get disinherited by his family and he'd probably write bad, bad history with that, destroying his reputation forever, but he couldn't let his pride as a musician starve to death by this horrible representation of his passion.

Without thinking much, he left Alya where she was, wondering if he ever told her he played the guitar (probably not), and made his way towards the stage.

It was in some way soothing to him that he could turn around at every second but he didn't. The first and second and fifth and tenth step were done and he would go through with his plan. Someone had to save these poor souls.

With a determined march he claimed the stage, right as the band had finished this awful song, and Nino got to the lead singer.

"Can I play?", he asked with a shaky voice and the tipsy man turned to him with a toothy smile.

"Whaddya want?", he slurred, his gaze not quite focusing on Nino as he tried speaking, "You wanna play?"

Nino nodded and held out his hands for the guitar.

"You and your colleagues can get another mulled wine, I'll keep the masses entertained."

The lead singer eyed the 'masses' (15 twenty-ish year old guys, completely drunk, maybe 3 families with tired kids and a few couples) and broke out into a loud cackle that partly got transferred to the speakers by the mic. Nino flinched lightly as he saw Alya turning around, curious because of the guy's laugh, but he held his position.

After a moment, the lead singer left his stool and handed the boy the guitar, shrugging.

"Well then, buddies! Kiddo's gonna keep singin' for us, let's get another round!"

The band slowly left the stage and Nino gulped, hesitantly lowering himself down on the stool the lead singer had left for him, adjusting the mic after slinging the strap of the guitar around his upper body. He could prop one foot up on a small pipe on the stool and keep the guitar balanced so he'd be able to play, then he looked up into the small crowd that had gathered now, curious what he was about to do.

Alya had joined them, her face burning red but her eyes undecided between embarrassment, curiosity and a very, very big question mark.

Nino tried not to look at her as he tuned up the guitar anew, finding the right chords with practiced ease and breathing through. He felt a cold breeze playing with the hairs in his neck and ignored the goosebumps rushing over his whole body, playing down his nervousness.

This is fine, he insisted, Just begin. Start playing.

The first few chords came easily. He plucked the strings the same way he had always done it at home. This was easy.

And without thinking much more about it, he began singing. It was a common Christmas Carol, nothing exciting or out of the ordinary. It had been the first thing which had been right for the theme that had come to his mind and he had just begun, knowing the chords exactly and singing from his heart. He had been in a choir since his kindergarten days, he had sung this song every Christmas at least a thousand times. And when he kept his eyes closed, he didn't see the people forming a crowd around him, quietly joining in on him singing but keeping it so quiet that his voice carried over everyone, audible across the whole market that had suddenly become a little bit quieter to listen.

With an amazed stare, Alya couldn't turn away from her boyfriend, watching him take the stage as if he was born for this.

He easily made his presence known just by singing a simple song, and that while Nino had always been a rather shy, not really talkative guy.

She had gotten to know him as a DJ, as a boy throwing together some beats with the right song, adjusting it to a remix. A boy sometimes coming up with an own melody, but not like this. She had never heard him sing, as she realized now.

His voice suddenly was completely new to her, but familiar enough for her to slowly move through the bigger becoming crowd by the second, making her way towards him.

She had never seen him like this, without his technical equipment, without his soundboards and his headphones and the usual Nino attitude, the awkward boy with a heart of gold.

This here, that was a singer. By heart.

She got to the stage and propped herself up on the edge, staring up at him with wide eyes and an open jaw.

Where the hell had he learned to sing? When had he suddenly become the golden-eyed boy with the soft voice who sang for a crowd?

He didn't perform like he usually did, Alya could tell. She had been there for most of his gigs already. She knew his style. This was not his style but she found herself falling in love with him with every note he sang, with every tone his soft voice formed and with every deep tenor sound he created, she fell in love with him a little more.

When he finished the song, quite the crowd had gathered around the stage, silent and amazed, and he opened his eyes to blush at them erupting in cheers and loud shouts for an encore.

But there was nothing compared to the girl suddenly climbing onto the stage from the first row where she had listened, pulling him down for a chaste but firm kiss. The crowd cheered even more and whistled as she pulled away, her wild hair at least shielding his red face a little when he looked at her.

"I love you.", Alya whispered, kissing him again, "Please sing another song."

So he did.