Paris France
Backstage at the Nightingale Lounge, Dressing Room No. 12
Esmeralda had just completed her last show of the month and was removing her earrings while sitting at the large vanity provided to her by the Nightingale Lounge the hottest place to be in Paris. The invites sent only to the elite rich and the even more exclusive shows done by the nightingale herself Mademoiselle Esmerelda Nicolai are for the select few who managed to get on the guest list have both the wealth and power to topple a small island nation.
A knock sounded at the door and then swung open to reveal a dashing young French man who exclaimed "Essie, that was by far the most marvelous performance yet my love!"
The beautiful nightingale looked in the mirror and smiled worth a thousand words but all that came out was "Jeremy don't you think it's time to get married?"
Without missing a beat Jeremy exclaimed "Well, it's as good a time as any I was actually planning to propose today but you read my mind darling." As he pulled out Flowers and a velvet box from behind his back. Esmerelda turned around and he dropped to his knee stating with all seriousness "My darling, I could not live without you even if I tried, for you are my heart. I am the orchestra that plays to your tune. You are my map on this difficult voyage they call life and I would not have survived till now without you." a childish grin escaped his lips "So please will you do this poor boy a favor and marry him already?"
Esmerelda as if in deep concentration folded her arms and cocked her head to the side thinking for a second. And then in a spring of action shouted "Of course Jerry, you silly goose!" And threw herself into Jeremy's open arms.
There faces came together sharing a chaste kiss filled with their love. They pulled apart still in each other's arms facing each other. "I am no goose darling. I am a magnificent swan can't you tell?" asked Jeremy arching an eyebrow at a giggling Esmerelda.