It is no secret that in all of Disney villain songs, whether in the Silver Age or the renaissance age, there's always a neon green in every magenta background. Other than lime green color, the color burning red represents passion time rage, while pu...
(Calliope pov) The Faciliers brothers are working on a track, and I guess since Sunny saw me enjoy myself at this place he showed me two days ago, they invited me to come.
*At the studio*
"HELLO!??.." I called out, in a singsongy tone as I quietly opened a door that was a back room of the club. "..Uh, boys, are you guys in here?" I called, looking for Langston and Zeke.
"For their tender care... Flowers depend on sunshine, And, the morning dew. Each thing depends on something, And I depend on you" Wow, whoever the voice was, they sang amazing!' I thought, walking into the back room, curious to follow whose voice was singing. "I can be happy, I can be sadI can be good or I can be bad. It all depends on you, I can be lonely out in a crowd. I can be humble, I can be proud. It all depends on you" The farther and farther I was walking away from the door, the easier it was to know who was once I noticed a tall African-American playing the piano.
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'Hold up, who are those kids?' I thought once I heard him yell, "Alright, class, like I showed you!"
"I can save money, or spend it, Go right on living, or end it. You're to blame, Ho---!"
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"Ah--heey, whoever behind the curtain, come on out, please." He yelled, already figuring out that it's me hiding behind. "..Hi, Langston." I greeted, stepping away from the curtain with a nervous look on my face as I noticed both he and his students were looking at me.
"Hmm, you trying to spy on us instead of telling me you'd be in here, huh?" He suspiciously says in a teasing manner. "Not exactly. Sorry." I apologized, shyly waving to his students.
"Naah, that is fine, I was just teaching my students, but you are welcome to join. Opie, I insist, of course, so don't hesitate." He said, moving hands in an attempt to tell me to go over to him.
"Alright, class!.. Let's continue."
(Frollo pov)
*Church*
Nothing much for me to do this, except... "ol' Lord, heavenly fa--" I began to plead, kneeing down, just to be rudely interrupted.
"Uncle Claaaauuudeee!!!!" A loud girly voice was called when I saw a little brunette girl running her with two books in her hand, and from the look of it, it was her niece, Belle.
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Ohh, what is it now!? "..Hello, Belle, what brings you here galloping like a cheetah?"
"Sorry, Uncle Claude, I didn't mean to!" She apologized.
*flashback*
"Claude, is Father going to be okay?" My little brother asked in a panic tone, shaking my arm while I looked over to our mother and father who were still in a screaming match.
"Oh my brother, I don't know, but chin up! The lord with us." I honestly answered, not wanting to give him false hope, but also assuring myself that everything would be fine.
"Okay, Claude." He said, nodding.
*flashback*
Since my poor excuse of a father passed, I knew as the oldest, I had to take charge, and now I am doing it again, with my niece, Belle.
