Guardian Angel [bts]

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It sometimes started with small things that went unnoticed.

The cold harsh wind of autumn blew past you and took everything it could from your grasp.

"Oh no, my music sheets!"

You yelped, as the wind waltz with your music sheets on a slow dance in the air above.

The music sheets contains your project that you had worked all night, and also your precious song that you've specifically made for yourself.

Repeatedly, you wished for the wind to stop playing with you and ran below your music sheets, hoping it would come down to your loving embrace.

Just as you thought that the wind are going to take it to the streets or to the neatly placed fountain nearby, the wind stops abruptly, leaving your paper to lay limp on the concrete. Unsoiled and not a single crease exist on it.

Ignoring how strange the occurrence were, you hurriedly pick up the paper and went to class, hoping you're not late. Because it's 10.10 when you last checked, and your class starts at 10.15.

When the class ended, you decided to review your song once again. While reviewing, you found that the song now sounded better than you recalled.

Maybe because you're too sleepy to even remember what you write yesterday, but the song seems a whole lot amazing. You wonder that maybe you're secretly a genius composer in your sleep?

Brushing the silly thoughts away, you started to jot the lyrics down.

"So show me, I'll show you"

A smile carved its way to your face as you suddenly remember about your dream not too long ago, about the place you visit when you're searching for reliance. You decided to use it as the title for your song.

"Magic Shop"

"I'm usually too tired to help you, but this is the least I should do for you.

I mean, even though I don't look like it, I'm still your guardian after all.

Oh and I made some changes to the composition of your song. It's beautiful, and I after I tweaked it a little, it sounded amazing."

-myg-