Michael sat in the very center of the front row, his long legs stretched out in front of him, touching the stage as he watched your every move. His brown eyes, usually calm, now glowed with pride and admiration as you moved gracefully on stage. He was wearing his usual marsh-colored shorts and a black sports turtleneck, his fingers nervously tugging at the hem of the fabric, letting him worry. The production came to an end, and the climactic scene kept everyone in the audience in suspense. There was complete silence in the hall, except for the sound of sighs. Michael didn't take his eyes off you, who looked absolutely mesmerizing. Your role was not just played, you lived on stage, and your every gesture penetrated straight into the heart. Sitting next to him were Jentry and Stella. Jentry, as usual, was looking for a reason to tease Michael, but even she couldn't hide her impression. She leaned towards him and quietly whispered: "Well, your girlfriend is a real star. I think she will gain more fans after this performance." Michael just smiled back, not taking his eyes off the scenes. "Yes, she's amazing," he said, feeling his heart beat faster with pride. When the scene ended, the hall erupted in applause. Michael was the first to jump to his feet, his loud clapping sounding above the general noise. His main figure easily flashed through the crowd, but he didn't think about the fact that someone was working for him. His gaze caught yours as you bowed your head slightly, accepting the ovation. Your smile was for him, and it instantly warmed him from the inside. "Let's go backstage," Michael said to his friends, glancing over his shoulder at them. Stella grinned, but stood up behind her. "Of course, you can't stand it if you don't tell her what an amazing actress she was, right?" Michael did not argue; his face lit up with a sincere smile. "Exactly," he replied, adjusting his beige sneakers.