... A tiny part of a story that'll never come to light.
Pretty much a romance between a dancer named Paradice and a mute pianist named Deigo/Adagio.

This is a letter from Deigo to Paradice.

Paradice, Paradice.
When I first saw you, nothing else compared.
Colors and hues on a painting made meaningless.
Contrast and framing on a photograph made plain.
Other dancers seem to flail and flop.

My music, what I live for, paled.

You are the definition of beauty and grace.
Your every move, precise.
Your every form, perfect.
Your every breath, life itself.

You capivated my heart-
Stole it from my chest.
But it doesn't matter.
For there's no other place I want it to be.

Paradice, Paradice.
For something else to excel, there are none.
You are the one angel in my heaven.
My salvation in my darkest nights.
My only hope in a world of chaos.

I only hope one day...
I would play you a song.
A song that is yours and yours alone.

For I can't speak, I can't recite you this.
My words may be swept away by my butterflies.
And this note itself might be stolen.

But I shall be here at in 02-B.
Stuck deep in my studies, with the class piano.
The late nights are a perfect time for me to practice my craft.
As they are yours as well.