the day the music died

Regret

(Before I begin I would like to clearly state that this is not serious, and is intended to be something very stupid and honestly hard to read.)

(You have been warned.)

Brady use to always say music was the key to his heart. When he first began to explore the depths of music, and what he could do with his talents, the sky was the limit. No one could tell him how to play, or when to play, or even what to play. It was a freedom you could only experience during your musical youth. Though with youth, comes age.

As he grew older, Brady realized he could make a career out of his talents. If Kim Kardashian could go onto TV, make a fool of herself, and still get paid, then what was holding Brady back???

Of course, this took time, and effort. But in the end, he made himself into a Star.

The Tambourinies, he called himself, despite being a one man band of four tambourines. It was a musical genius only he could muster, and with the genius brought gigs, and tours, and money. Everything he once dreamed of had become a reality.

And yet, despite his success, he came to realize his loneliness.

How could a man so popular feel so alone? I mean, he was constantly swarmed in girls all day and all night! You could say, in fact, that he was drowning!

But... with drowning, came suffocation. And with suffocation, came death.

His music career began to tank.

People could tell that his music didn't have the same soul as it once did, leaving listeners with a void whenever they listened. And it left Brady with the same void. What was missing, he kept asking himself in the dead of night, swaddled in blankets he hadn't washed in years. What did he need???

And one night, the answer came.

As Brady found himself once again, swaddled, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of what might be missing, he heard a noise. His whole body tensed, and he tried to scan the room desperately for an answer to the noise. But with how tightly he swaddled himself, he could not move as much as he needed. Damn him and his constant need to feel hugged at night!

The noise persisted once again, and this time he could pinpoint it's location; it was underneath the bed. His eyes widened in horror as he desperately twisted in his own restraints, wanting to leave the room as soon as possible. But he couldn't.

"Show yourself!!" Brady choked out, fear leaving his chest feeling tight and almost swollen.

"owo?"

did.... did someone just say owo?

Slowly, from beneath the bed, a creature stirred. And only moments later, it began to rise, showing itself in the pale moonlight. It was... a woman. No- a cat. No!! It... it was both!!! As his eyes began to adjust to the new figure, he realized she was, indeed, completely human, beside the catlike ears in her hair. She was a neko!!(Not a furry. See, I still abided by the rules. Check google) her skin was a pasty white, and the dress she wore was almost like a nightgown, both flowing and lacy. She was- beautiful...

"Who-.. Who are you...?" asked Brady, his body beginning to profusely sweat from the mere sight of this cat- woman thing.

"owo!" the stranger (somehow) cooed again. "Y-You're Brady-Chan!" Her expression was surprised, hands falling to her cheeks, seeming amazed to see him. "owo!! I- I'm so ugly!! uwu!! Don't look at me!!" The woman turned away sharply, hands over her face as she wiggles anxiously. Brady's expression contorted into disgust. But it only lasted a moment, as she suddenly began to rush off.

"B-Baka!" she shouted, walking almost as if an anime school girl. Brady sat up in his cocoon and called.

"Wait-! Don't go!" The girl stopped. Bashfully turning around, her face flushed. "I-... I want to see your features..."

He felt- strange... it was as if the hole he constantly felt in his heart had begun to fill, as if every little thing that didn't make sense is suddenly beginning to clear, and his life felt bright once again. The cat-like woman wiggles in place for a moment before completely turning around and slowly inching forward until she reached the bed. Brady scooted closer to her, and the woman leaned down to show more of her features. They could practically feel each others breath against their skin.

Luckily, the moon was full, and allowed Brady to see the more minute features upon the woman's face. The way her skin practically glistened in the light. Her beautiful, golden hair brushed softly over her shoulder, smelling of a perfume he couldn't quite put his finger on(at this moment, my mother decided to speak up and say "what did he put his finger on?"). How could someone be so-... perfect?

Her ears twitched as she suddenly spoke up.

"M-My name is Sakura..."

Brady let out a shaky breath. "That's beautiful..." The woman smiled, and her sharp, fang like teeth reflected the light of the moon. It was just about blinding... Actually, it was blinding. "Fuck-!!" Brady's hands flew to his face, slamming over his eyes as he tries to ignore the pain that came with the bright light.

"Ah-! I'm so sorry Brady-Chan!" she stutters, face flushed as she reaches forward to gently caress Brady's cheeks. "Are you okay...?" Brady softly opened his watering eyes, and felt his heart flutter in his chest.

"I- Uhh.. Yeah, I'm good.." he finally managed to stutter. "I just-... uhh..." The woman suddenly lifted a finger to his lips, causing him to very suddenly become silent.

"Shhh... no words are needed, Brady-Chan.." she spoke softly, her voice smooth as she leaned forward towards Brady. "I know exactly what you need..."

   Brady's expression contorted into something best described as confusion. "U-uhhh... what?" But he couldn't say much. Because suddenly, she's beginning to lean forward, and Brady is frozen solid. But before their lips touch...

(Hey!! I had more of an idea for this story but I realized it would be wayyyy to long. So if you want I'll continue it!! But otherwise thanks for reading fam 🤙🤙)