[Kitten]

Fitello breathed hard as he finished his violin solo. His bright blond hair stuck to his face with the sweat from his nerves and the house lights. His vision swam as he bowed to the clapping audience, his bright gray eyes wandering down to the orchestra below. It was a heady feeling to look down on his fellow players and know he was more then the background music.

The lanky Italian bowed once more and stepped back as the curtains closed and the crowd started to make its way out of the theater. He pulled his hair off of his shoulders and up into a little ponytail before starting back to the dressing room. He was burning up in his tuxedo, the heady feeling making him daring enough to... to... Grab the first guy he saw and give him the kiss of his life!