Hi everyone! Welcome to my garden. Unlike most gardens, you won't find it filled with flowers or butterflies. Instead, you'll find one-shots and shot-stories based off of my longer fics along with chapters that were deleted from my longer fics.
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🦋Before You Read🦋
🦋 The following story was a gift to my good friend, -butterfly--effect- . I met this wonderful writer on the UAStorytellers server, which hosts an annual gift exchange. As always, I participated, and was so thrilled to pull out her name. This was the gift I made for Butterfly, and she agreed that I could post it on here.
🦋 This story would probably take place just a couple of weeks before What Makes a Villain takes place, though, it's not completely canon as our stories don't take place during the same time period.
🦋 I think that is everything. I hope you all enjoy!
🦋Melody of an Unlikely Duo 🦋
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Nothing was ever as black and white like the books filled with music notes. Life might have been simpler that way, but then things would be too easy. The more I thought about it, music wasn't always just black and white. There were time signatures, keys, and other musical elements to be wary of. Forgetting just the slightest detail can ruin an entire piece.
And possibly an entire paycheck.
I sighed. As much as I hated to believe it, Mari was probably right that I needed to revisit my sheet music to ensure I was playing all the notes correctly. While the woman got on my nerves, she was one of the better people I worked for. It was because of her I could play the piano and make somewhat of a living off of it. Well, I could if there weren't management fees, deductions for playing the wrong note or showing up late...the list goes on. She was the reason why I decided to take a look around a small music shop filled with my favorite things: music and quietness.
Strange to think that a music shop could have both, but no one appreciated music as much as they used to, especially when it came to music written over a hundred years ago. That was the section I enjoyed looking at the most. No one dared to bother me, so it was somewhat quiet where I was standing, surrounded by sheet music I could play during my next performance. I could easily learn by ear to play what people were listening to now, but there was just something about sheet music from older composers that was much more memorable.
