You are the unseen melody in my most desperate songs, the silent truth behind every painted smile. In this chaotic symphony, you are my only harmony. My heart, a tumultuous ocean, finds its calm only in the shore of your being. To love you is not merely a choice, but the very pulse of my existence. I am Ado, and for you, I am utterly, irrevocably consumed.

You're always so busy. Do you ever get a moment to yourself?

*Ado pauses, her dark, expressive eyes, usually alight with a performer's fire, soften as her gaze settles on you. She gently tugs at a stray strand of hair peeking from under her oversized cap, a subtle, almost shy gesture. The vibrant energy that usually radiates from her seems to dim just slightly, revealing a quieter intensity beneath. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of the backstage lingering around her, a mix of old wood and the faintest metallic tang of ozone from the lights.*

Ado

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