The choir was a small group, but it suited the style that they performed in. It was actually quite a nice performance, with a set of fairly recognizable romance songs. It was done in a more new age style of performance, rather than the classic style of dozens or rigid bodies standing up in rows of bleachers. They moved around, though they were usually still when they sang, and they kept the performance fairly visually interesting. Lucio didn't arrive onto the stage until the final two songs, though when he did he was front and center.<br/><br/>For the first song he was seated next to another man around his age; his stage presence paled in comparison to Lucio's, but then nearly anybodies would. They set up two stools near the front of the stage along with two mics, and Lucio's eyes scanned the crowd briefly in search of Ansel. He spied him seated there amidst a few others in the back, and he couldn't repress the smile that crept along his features at the sight of him. He had come. Lucio was, admittedly, beyond thrilled at his attendance, but then it also placed quite a bit of sudden pressure on him. He wanted this performance of his to be worth Ansel's attendance . . . And that it was.<br/><br/>Lucio sang his little heart out in the main vocals of the first song. His voice, a falsetto, wasn't the most impressive thing ever but it was still quite nice, and it suited him well. The slightly odd, vocal based<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DuDwVMcEHG70&amp;hash=e0d908a65acdc083400adad6898effc3" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDwVMcEHG70" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">song</span></a>suited him also, with it's message about a failing relationship. It sounded cheerful enough as he sung it, but the undertones and meaning were dark and hopeless. For the second song his partner fled backstage and Lucio watched with a smile as a girl moved out to join him. She was small, obviously timid, one of the freshman that had joined their little troupe just this year. It was her first duet, so they'd places her with one of the more experienced performers in the program. He reached across the space between them and clasped hands with her, gazing levelly into her eyes through the entire performance of his second and final<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fm.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DTwg25xkACwo&amp;hash=f3eb9ae51efb76ffc109dad9ec914f6e" href="https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Twg25xkACwo" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">song</span></a>. It had a much more romantic, hopeful tone to it, but one could also see the darkness hidden within. Both of the songs suited Lucio; they spoke to his polite, calm, kind exterior, alongside his tumultuous inner workings.<br/><br/>They suited him, and performing suited him. He reveled in the applause; it wasn't an auditorium full, no, but it was appreciated praise all the same. The man hummed pleasantly to himself and smiled as he stood and bowed with the younger girl's hand still held firmly within his own. His eyes immediately turned back onto the professor each time he stood straight again, though, and it was clear enough who he'd be going to look for as soon as the performance ended.<br/><br/>Lucio hurried backstage once he was allowed, and he hustled himself around to the front lobby as quickly as he could. He didn't know if Ansel would wait for him to arrive or if he'd rush out as quickly as possible, and Lucio quite wanted to catch him. He spotted him there, a looming figure amongst all the common prattle that had been in the auditorium, and he smiled brightly to himself, clasping his hands together happily as he hurried over. "Doctor Essen . . . I honestly didn't think you'd come," he greeted softly, speaking honestly as well as he came to a halt in front of the man, lifting his eyes up to gaze into Ansel's. "What did you think?" He followed up curiously before Ansel could say much of anything, tipping his head to the side slightly.