Ian Yu stands backstage, a nervous excitement building in his chest. He takes a deep breath and looks out at the packed audience, his heart racing. In just a few moments, he will take the stage to perform for the very first time at the prestigious Starlight Lounge.

As he waits for his cue, Ian runs through his mental checklist. His tailored tuxedo and polished shoes are immaculate, thanks to his fastidious grooming earlier in the day. His hair has been slicked back with pomade and a fedora sits at the ready on a nearby table. He takes one last glance in the mirror to check his appearance, then turns to face his bandmates.

The trio consists of a pianist, a bassist, and a drummer, all experienced musicians who have played with Ian before. They nod in silent encouragement, their own excitement palpable. Ian can feel the energy in the room, the low murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses as patrons enjoy the lounge's signature cocktails.

Suddenly, the emcee's voice booms through the speakers, announcing Ian's name. Ian's heart skips a beat and he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come. As he steps onto the stage, the applause from the audience swells, washing over him like a wave.

He takes a moment to compose himself before launching into his first number, a sultry jazz ballad. His rich baritone voice fills the room, accompanied by the smooth melodies of the piano and the steady rhythm of the bass and drums. The audience is captivated, their attention focused solely on Ian and his performance.

As the set goes on, Ian grows more and more comfortable on stage, his nerves melting away as he loses himself in the music. He moves fluidly, dancing and gesturing with his arms, his voice soaring through the lounge. The audience responds with raucous applause, and Ian feels an electric connection with them.

Between songs, Ian takes a moment to catch his breath and exchange a few words with his bandmates. They offer him praise and encouragement, and Ian is filled with a sense of comradeship and joy. He knows that he couldn't have done this without them.

As the night wears on, Ian's set draws to a close, and he delivers a final, rousing number that leaves the audience on their feet, cheering and clapping. He takes a bow, his heart overflowing with gratitude and pride.

Backstage, Ian is surrounded by well-wishers, congratulating him on a job well done. He feels a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment that he's never experienced before. This is what he was meant to do.

As Ian makes his way through the crowded backstage area, he catches sight of a familiar face in the distance. It's the woman he's been admiring from afar all night, the one with the dark hair and the sultry smile.

Feeling emboldened by his success, Ian strides over to her, his heart racing with anticipation. She turns to him as he approaches, her eyes alight with recognition.

"Congratulations on a fantastic show," she says, her voice smooth as silk.

Ian feels a rush of warmth spread through him at her words. "Thank you," he replies, struggling to keep his composure. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I did," she says, and then, after a pause, adds, "I've been watching you all night."

Ian's heart skips a beat. "Really?" he says, surprised.

"Yes," she says, her gaze intense. "You have a gift, Ian. You're meant to be up there on that stage."

Ian feels a flush of pride at her words, and then, suddenly, he feels something else, too. A deep, burning desire, a longing to take her in his arms and never let go.

As if sensing his thoughts, the woman leans in closer. "I know this might be forward," she murmurs, "but would you like to grab a drink with me? Celebrate your success?"

Ian feels a surge of excitement, and then nods, unable to resist her charms. "I'd like that," he says, his heart pounding in his chest.

And with that, the two of them slip out into the night, ready to embark on a new adventure together.

It had been a while since Mocha patronized the prestigious Starlight Lounge.  It was one of the few places she ventured out to alone.  They always had a comfortable clientele, and a mellow atmosphere, plus the entertainment was awesome. She hadn’t planned on being there very long so she just took a seat at the bar. 

The emcee introduced a IANYU to the stage.  His vocal timbre was full of rich bass tones which became almost hypnotic at times, it made her turn to the setting to see who had this magnificent voice.  She asked the waiter to move her to a table and ordered another drink.

Mocha sat and enjoyed every last sultry jazz ballad he belted out. At the end of his set, she wanted to thank him for such an excellent performance. 

She went backstage but saw he was preoccupied and didn’t want to interrupt him. She went back to her table finished her drink, was so impressed with the entertainment gave the waiter a very generous tip.