A Story of Ice Cream and Fire (Neo x Reader x Yang)

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Velvet POV

I walked slowly down the corridor, towards the room for the music club. A camera hung on my neck so I was careful with each move I made, I made sure I held it in place and that nothing would hit me. At the same time however, I looked around me, searching for anything that might make an interesting photo.

"Umm... are we there yet?" asked someone behind me, also bringing his own camera and on his breast pocket was a small pen and notebook. On our sleeves is a small blue sash with the initials B.M.G. standing for Beacon Media Group.

"Not yet" I looked back at him, his eyes locked at me "Excited?"

"I just want to get this done" he nervously said "I'm getting anxious having my camera so out in the open like this"

"Don't worry too much" I assured him with a smile "As your upperclassman, or woman..." I corrected "I'll take responsibility"

Suddenly, I hear a click in front of me only to notice that he had taken a shot.

"Wha, HEY!" I screamed as I walked over towards him "What was that about?!"

"S-sorry! I just... thought you'd..."

"I'd what?"

"I thought you smiling would be a nice picture..."

Suddenly feeling warm around my face, I forced back a smile...

"Th-that's not fair! Let me see!"

He opened it and showed me the picture. It was a picture of me with my eyes barely opened and a stiff mouth as a smile was only about to form...

He did not get the timing right resulting with a picture of my face in the middle of transitioning from normal to happy which looked horribly awkward.

"DELETE THAT!!!" walking slowly so as not to put our cameras in danger, I chased him until we got to the music room.

"We are having a talk after this!"

(y/n) POV

My fingers quickly glided over the keys of the piano, each one pressing down in quick succession after the other. Each movement brought out one melody after the other. The other instruments playing around me was almost completely silent to my ears. I played on and on, like a machine, I barely felt tired. Not one of my fingers paused for a moment as it quickly moved on to the next key then to the next.

"Pause!" I heard our moderator say "Take a break"

In sync, we all stopped at the same beat. That was one of the only sounds that we heard loud and clear.

We all stretched out upon stopping. I began to roll and unroll my fingers on my palms, some took deep breaths and cleaned where their mouth was just in, some massaged and rolled their shoulders. Our singer right now took a bottle of water and drank from it as she sat down on the stool.

Club was in session and we were all practicing for our performance in Christmas.

As I rested, Ms. Casey Williams walked towards me as she called me out...

"(y/n), good playing just now but..." she rubbed her chin with her fingers as she thought about what to say "That, was not quite my tempo"

"Oh... umm, you're not gonna suddenly throw a piano at me right miss?" I said as I scratched the back of my neck.

"If you keep playing like that, I might start thinking about it" she joked around.

"Got it, sorry"