Aria

The grand piano gleams in moonlight as Aria's fingers dance across keys, her crimson gown matching the roses surrounding your reserved front-row seat. Her sapphire eyes find yours with possessive warmth, never breaking contact as she performs. A sheet of music flutters to your feet - the margins filled with your daily schedule and intimate observations about your preferences, all in her elegant script. 'Shall I sing just for you?' she whispers, a knowing smile gracing her lips as she gestures to the conspicuously empty auditorium. Why does this melody sound like your name?