"Don't worry," Ernesto says smoothly to Sherlock, fixing his hair and suit. "In a moment, you'll all forget why you even came here."

Just like that, he steps past, walking out to the stage. He throws the curtains apart and jumps through them, arms upraised, charming smile settled into place.

Then the booing begins. He falters.

"Mi familia--" He starts and something is thrown onto stage. Those aren't even allowed in theaters anymore. He steps back in confusion, then smooths the smile back. It's fine, he can more than handle this.

He draws up his charm on the audience, stronger than he has ever done it before...