Cyril (English Version)

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The two of them were positioned right at the corner where the sound system as well as instruments for the performers were set-up.

Patrick takes the pick from Cyril's hand.

Similar to the paintbrush, Cyril's hand is the first thing Patrick can hold before getting the object he's handing him.

Patrick points his finger to the middle of the hall.

"Should we sit there?"

Cyril nodded yes.

They walked towards the center.

They sat in the middle and then Patrick checked if the guitar is tuned.

He began playing and singing slowly.

Cyril listened and smiled.

After a minute, Patrick asks Cyril.

"So? What do you think?"

"Hmm... It's actually good."

Patrick looks at Cyril like he was bluffing.

"And you like it."

"Or... maybe it's the way you sing it. It's just really beautiful."

"Yeah, just like you."

Cyril's eyes widened after hearing what Patrick said. 

He looks at him.

Patrick smiled.

Cyril's phone suddenly alarms again.

"I need to go."

The two of them stand at the same time and Cyril runs. 

"Cyril..." Patrick called.

"What?"

Patrick paused before speaking.

"See you... tomorrow."

"Okay!"

And with that, Cyril left the venue while Patrick was left behind.