•MLB One shots•

•Mute musician•

3rd POV-

It was a nice calm night in Paris, well as calm as it can get. The streets where filled with many tourists and the Eiffel Tower was surrounded by many people.

But a couple of blocks away stood a young girl gripping a violin case in her right hand while she hurried along the street.

She was on her way to work, to diner 'Le Estrella' a very popular place to dine around Paris.

She has been working at the same diner, part time, for almost two years now. She had gotten that job ever since the tragic car accident where both of her parents had died.

She had lost the ability to speak all because of that accident. She couldn't get a surgery all because of the lack of money. Her parents had left their bakery in her care and because of that she only had enough money to pay the bills and buy necessary supplies.

As she speed walked down the street the closer she could see the diner sign.

Without hesitation she went trough the back door with the help of her ID card and started to tune her violin. They gave her about a good ten minutes before she was needed at the stage.

It was never about the amount of claps or cheers she got, it was about the feeling she got when she played the gentle notes of the music. She loved the way the music made her feel connected with her parents.

"Marinette you're on in five" her manager said from the door frame of the small employee lounge. It was the same routine as every single day, except she played a new song daily.

Marinette gently lifted her violin with her left hand while she grabbed her bow with the other.

Her manager, Alya Césaire, and her walked together towards the small stage. They parted ways and marinette stood in front of the many people who where either eating or waiting for their food.

Not many acknowledged her presence but she didn't care, all she cared about was the sweet melody of random pieces of music.

She decided to play Faded by Alan Walker.

While she played her little heart out she never notice a little admirer sitting in the far left corner.

It was a young boy with neatly styled blond hair, piercing emerald green eyes. He was indeed the definition of perfection, as many would say.

He was waiting for a man, his father to be exact, they where supposed to meet up in this diner. Adrien was his name, the son of Gabriel Agreste, he had left his home town to study in England for three years and now he was finally back home.

But right now all Adrien could do was look at the magnificent girl up in the stage. Call him a creep but he was captivated by the tunes the girl played.

"Hello son" a voice snapped him out of his daze "father" he gave him a stiff nod. It had been a while since he last saw his father and  there was a lot of things to catch up on.

"Is mother here" Adrien asked with a little bit of excitement "no she is getting ready for her concert, I thought we could give her a little surprise" at that moment Mr. Agreste turned to look at the young girl up in the stage, and with a small wave and smile he turned back to his son.

"You know her?" His father nodded and opened his menu "she plays with your mother, in fact they are competing together today"