Guile
One Thousand Club
As soon as Meg gave him permission to enter, Erik opened the door to her room and took a step in, shutting the door behind him. It didn't take long for him to notice that she had been trying hard not to cry - her face was red and she was curled up in heartbreaking position that told him she was fighting to be strong in front of him. Erik knew she didn't want to talk about the audition, but he had to. "You flatter me, Meg." He chuckled softly, and took a few more steps into the room, closer to her. "It means the world to me that someone appreciates my work. Like...tonight." Erik held back in a sigh, knowing this was where he would address the audition - knowing that it would hurt Meg to speak of it. "You sang a piece from my Don Juan, Meg." He took a seat at the edge of her bed before he could think to stop himself and simply stand. "It was beautiful, Meg. I don't care what those managers say, you have talent. Your potential is high, you just need practice. There is no doubt in my mind that you can be as great a singer as you are a dancer." Erik offered a warm smile and hesitantly took one of her hands in his, gently caressing the back of her hand with the fingers of his free hand. "I am sorry that today did not go as you planned, but I am here to tell you that I enjoyed your performance very much. I...I know what you said before, about working for me. Still, if you ever change your mind, the position will always be open for you." All of his words were soft, spoken as gentle as he could muster. He prayed that he could offer her some comfort. Meg didn't deserve to be in anymore pain after all that she had done for him.