ATLA/LOK Fem Imagines

*Drivers License 2 - Asami

"Have you seen sheet music anywhere around the story? I left it in the piano room the other day. It's six pages long, titled "drivers license," I ask the man working at the front desk.

My lips curl into a polite smile, coming to terms with losing the music to my most personal song. I could rewrite the whole piece since I know the song by heart, but it wouldn't feel the same. Without the eraser marks and crossed-out words of the original work, the remake would seem less authentic.

The kind-eyed man smiles apologetically from across the glass counter that separates us. Picks and guitar capos are laid out inside of the glass display case.

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard any word of lost music sheets, but you're welcome to check in the lost and found." He explains, extending a hand in the direction of the area mentioned.

"Thank you, Sir." I bid before venturing towards the lost and found.

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Cuddled beneath her white fur blanket and resting on her back, Korra holds the sheet music up in front of her face. She knows nothing of how to read the different notes or the meaning of musical symbols. But she loves analyzing the writing she can understand, like how the lyrics for the pre-chorus appear much darker than the other lines in the song. Korra believes that the artist's bold writing may express signs of emotion when composing those particular lines.

The avatar rereads the lyrics over and over again. Each reading inflicts a more heart-wrenching effect than the last, forming an uncomfortably tight sensation across Korra's chest. Korra's dying to meet the small girl again and tell her how amazing she is. No song has ever connected with her this strongly before.

Korra stares at the papers above her face blankly, determined to find a way to make the mysterious girl a star. After coming up with a plan, the avatar rolls out of bed and signals for Naga's attention. The polar bear dog follows her master's hand obediently.

Korra's gonna take a little ride into town.

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The avatar's shoulders sink with a nervous sigh, bouncing off her heels before forcing a confident stride towards the music store's entrance. If Korra finds the girl again, she doesn't want to seem like a creep. The girl looks like she's around Korra's age but definitely a bit younger. Her cheeks shine with a rosy tint of innocence, and her face still wields the roundness of baby fat.

Stepping to the front desk, Korra stands proud, "Have you seen a girl about this tall?" She raises her hand horizontally beside her neck, "And has dark wavy hair?"

The man at the front desk hums, "Why do you need her?"

He's careful to not give too much information. Korra may be the avatar, but you never know what someone's trying to do.

"I saw her in the piano room the other day, and she left her sheet music behind. I wanted to give it back to her." She explains calmly, not registering the man's cautious tone.

The light-eyed man hums again, "I just sent her to the lost and found. Be careful how you approach her. She's a bit frantic."

Korra nods her head dutifully, thanking the man before going on her way. She rocks back and forth on her heels again in her excitement. She's about to talk to the girl she idolized for the past few days. The kid is just amazing.

Korra peeks around the corner, catching a glimpse of the girl searching through instrument parts and random papers. Korra clamps her hands over her mouth to contain the tiny squeals threatening to seep from her throat. After a deep calming breath, Korra strides into the room. She puffs out her chest to mimic a confident stance.