The following week.
As I stepped out of the car at the entrance of the Virtuoso Grand Hall, I was instantly awed by the grandeur around me.
The tall columns and detailed architecture gave off a timeless elegance, while the sound of music floated through the night, promising enchanting performances inside.
I made my way towards the entrance quietly and joined the line of people waiting to go inside.
When it was finally my turn, the usher looked at me with an unfriendly gaze, but when I handed him my ticket, his expression shifted noticeably.
He glanced at my VIP ticket and then back at me.
"Is there a problem, sir?" I asked, noticing his disbelief.
"Ah, no, not a problem," he said, bowing slightly.
His demeanor instantly transformed into one of utmost respect and deference. "Please allow me to call someone to personally escort you inside. One moment, please."
