"Every breath you take...", he pulled out a fancy pair of tweezers.
"Every move you make...", he grabbed the powder brush.
"Every smile you fake, every claim you take, I'll be watching you..."
"Do you prefer red or pink?" Sebastian asked.
"Wh.. wha-'', she stammered.
"I think we'll be seeing a lot of red in a while, so, maybe something more neutral would be better. Don't you think?" he continued nonchalantly.
"Where am I?" she whispered in a drowsy voice.
"Why, I don't think you need any! Your lips look nice without any make-up", he said, critically examining her lips.
"You're crazy", she said, finally.
"Now now, I'm just trying to make you look good for the show", Sebastian replied.
"Show?"
"Of course. My show. Sorry, I mean our show."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You"
"I don't-"
"You're performing tonight love."
"Wha-"
"Shhhh. Save your energy sweetheart. You need to sound your best"
He grabbed the tweezers, plucked out a few strands of hair around her eyebrows and dabbed just enough powder on her fair cheeks.
"There. All done", he smiled kindly. "That wasn't so bad, was it now?" he asked.
"Please.. let me go.."
"Of course I will. Right after the show."
"What show! God dammit get me out of this bloody chair right now!"
He grabbed a needle and a thread. She continued to hurl insults at him but he paid no attention.
When he finally managed to get the thread through the eye of the needle, he turned back to her and smiled.
"You've got a hole", he said.
"What?"
"A hole, right in the middle of your face"
"Wha.. That's not a hole that's -"
A blood curling scream echoed throughout the house as he poked the needle into her dry lips.
"Look what you made me do.." he said.
...
He tore the messy gloves off his hands and tossed them into the pile of stained clothes. He made his way to a small sink in the corner of the room and washed his face clean. He turned back to look at the mess spread out. His mouth curled upwards, into something that seemed like a smile. A complacent smile. A smile that was gut-wrenching but at the same time it could make you feel, appreciated, but violated as well. A sinister smile.
"Still think you don't have it in you anymore?" The voice was back again.
"Oh, I got it alright", Sebastian chuckled.
"Was she-"
"The best so far, I must say", Sebastian said as he walked out of the room. "She opened up this new path for me. A path I've never explored, never even knew I could explore."
"That good?"
"Very good", Sebastian smiled. "I'll play it for you in a bit. I need to take a shower first, wash off her scent."
"Alright. What are you naming this Symphony?" the voice asked.
"I think I'm gonna name it after her.." he said, thoughtfully.
"You asked her for her name?" the voice demanded. "You indulged in a personal -"
"God no. You think that matters? It's called 'Let her go'."
" 'Let her go?' "
"Yes. Clever?"
"Very."
"Hmm. Anyways, get the dog to clear up the mess inside. He must be hungry."
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You Are My Melody
Misterio / Suspenso"You are my melody" is a story about a young piano prodigy, Sebastian Talles, who achieved world fame, without having to sport a shock of white hair. Nobody knows where he came from but everybody loves him. His composition, Silent Night Op. 132, was...
