Music Prompt.

Now imagine that you're listening to classical music.
And you're teacher tells you to write what you think would be going on while this music is playing.

"Beautiful music, don't you agree my love?" his soft voice filled my ears, making my face turn to meet his. The audience was filled with old people dressed up very fancy like. I was wearing a black dress with a pink sweater. I felt surprisingly under dressed.
"Sure honey. I just feel a little out of place." I whispered back watching his pale lips turn into a small smile. I always felt out of place at these kind of things. But he loved listening to classical music and going to these kind of things. I, too, loved music but I would have much rather spent the evening out in town, doing some Christmas shopping, or even just staying at home listening to classical music and dancing around our living room like fools.
Instead we sat in a very crowed theater that reeked of old people. Everyone was smiling, enjoying sounds of the stringed instruments and main wood wind.
"You look beautiful," he whispered, his lips gently brushing over my ear, making me forget about how badly  I wanted to leave. He took my small hand and placed it inside his large one.
The audience roared with approval as the song ended and he leaned over and placed a very warm kiss on my lips. The classical music filling the back round.