Milo

Previously

…He ran a finger over the polished wood, a sense of profound gratitude washing over him. The spotlight still shone, but now, it illuminated not just the performer, but the artist, the songwriter, the young man who had dared to pour his heart into song. The melodies of his heart, once private whispers, were now a symphony that echoed across the world, and Milo, for the first time, felt truly, completely himself. He strummed a soft chord, a simple, contented sigh escaping his lips. The journey was far from over, but for tonight, in the quiet aftermath of his triumph, he allowed himself to simply bask in the warmth of his own creation.