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Zander hears the tinkle of a sweet MUSIC BOX tune wafting out of his mother's basement workshop. Zander descends into to his mother's dusty work room. Sunlight spotlights Zana hunched over his workspace. zander quietly watches as she sings along with the music box theme. "How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die? It is love we must hold on to Never easy -- but we try"zana tinkers with gears on the box, which depicts an artist in a Parisian garret, painting her husbein's(can't spell) portrait as he holds a red rose above their baby. "Sometimes our happiness is capture Somehow a time and place stand still Love lives on inside our hearts And always will" zana then saw zander "Oh, good, zander, you're back. Can you please hand me the --" Before she can say the word "screwdriver" it's in her hand
(doing it like this)zana: And the --
Tweezers. Then zander hands him a small hammer...
zana: No no I don't need --
.. just as a spring pops off.
zana: Actually yes, that's exactly what I need.
She goes back to tinkering.
zander gazes at other music boxes, each a small work of art, depicting famous landmarks from around the world.
zand: Mom, do you think I'm odd?
zana: My son? Odd? Where did you get an idea like that?
zand: I don't know. People talk.
zana: Oh. People. This village may be small, small-minded even, but small also means safe.
zana can see this line of argument doesn't do much for her son.
zana: Even back in Paris, I knew a boy who was so different, so daring, so ahead of he time that people mocked him until the day they found themselves imitating him.
zand: Just tell me one more thing about him.
zana turns to the music box as if to change the subject. But looking back up to zander's eagerness, she relents.
zana: Your father was... fearless. Fearless.
With that, zana closes her music box.
{later}
As zana carefully loads she music boxes onto his wagon, zander tends to the family's old glue horse, PHILIPPE. zana climbs into the wagon, and smiles down at her son.
zana: What would you like me to bring you from the market?
zand: A rose like the one in the painting.
zana: You ask for that every year.
zand: And every year, you bring it.
zana: Then I shall bring you another. You have my word. Come on, Philippe!
zand: I'll see you tomorrow!
zana: Tomorrow! With the rose!
As zana rides away, zander's warmth gives way to concern.
zand: *to himself* Stay safe...
YOU ARE READING
beauty and the beast *jander story*
Fanfiction(cover by gigi ^^ and zander and hailey not brother and sister) zander a just a boy who likes to be alone and loves music a handsome guy named drew is in love with zander, zander just wants to be alone he lives with his mother after his father death...
