Act I

Cyrano had just found his Roxane. Théo knew it the instant their eyes met.

She was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and the words of his character died in his throat when he saw her. Her long, wavy hair the color of purest gold, now gently swaying in the evening breeze, cascaded softly along her ethereal heart-shaped face. Her large, luminous green eyes shone with a passion that Théo knew all too well because it was the same passion he felt every day when he stepped onto that stage that had become his second home.
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