#“Für Elise” melody

[hitogatarock]

Musicart 4koma (08)

• 4koma manga series by Aiwo

Was announced on the February 2023 livestream, Takt op's official twitter account will begin its online 4koma manga project about the Musicarts' daily life and interactions! This serves as part eight of this post, make sure to look forward for more!

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important note : since this was posted at the JP game twitter acc, to read the manga would be from left to right !

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# 28 : Omnidirectional

Featuring Don Giovanni, Für Elise, Eine kleine Nachtmusik, Pomp and Circumstance, and Swan Lake

# 29 : Hugging to Save the World?

Featuring Autumn and Spring

# 30 : Top Priority

Featuring Tannhäuser, Pavane for A Dead Princess, Fantaisie-Impromptu, Eine kleine Nachtmusik, and Belkis

# 31 : An Enigma

Featuring Enigma Variations, Air on the G String, and Belkis

I also had a compiled twitter thread of this too so go HERE for the thread!

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[baby-tini]

Fyodor with a pianist wife? I just love the idea.

This idea is so beautiful!!! Scenario under the cut.

-Your love for the piano was something that made his interest deepen for you, as someone who loves music, specifically classical music, he's glad that his partner also has a love for melodic instruments, it gives him another thing too conversate about with you, that he actually enjoys.

-He loves playing the cello as you play the piano, it's one of his favorite stress relievers, it's a way for him too destress for the day, he can just sit back and relax and let his fingers work as his thoughts are drowned out by the beautiful synchronized melodies.

-His favorite thing about you being a pianist is that, the piano is a dual instrument, meaning he can play along with you. Now, if you're someone who's played for a while and you don't need sheet music, that's great for him because you two can just relax as your hands move together. If you do need sheet music though, that's fine. He's a very patient man and he also doesn't mind the reminder of notes, he doesn't need them but if it's a new piece that your playing, he'll read the sheet with you.

It was quiet as his feet followed the music, softly pushing open the large oak door as deep amethyst eyes glow as they watch your delicate fingers move around the piano, his pupils following the smallest twitch of your fingers. As slow, calculated steps quietly slip towards you while his large pale hands slip around your shoulders. There's a slight tense in your shoulders as he leans down towards your ear but they quickly relax when he murmurs in your ear about how beautiful you look moving your hands like that. The little glow in your eyes is eccentric as your fingers make the prettiest sounding music he's ever heard, bringing him to a tranquility of sorts, his full body going lax in peace as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. The moon giving your skin an ethereal glow, as your hair lays on your shoulders, almost as loose as if it had been fresh-fallen. His hands are cold as encase your shoulders, smoothly rubbing the skin underneath as he watches your fingers dance over the black and white keys. It's a little while before Fyodor himself, sits on the bench, alongside you, you're hands gliding over as he starts too play along with you, a perfect harmony as your hands dance together in sync. It takes you a moment too realise that he's intending too play Dark Für Elise by Lucas King. His fingers starting he intro as your fingers follow in suite. It's a beautiful dance of melodies as your hands move together, the moon the only piece of lighting in the room as you take a deep breath, the music coming out in a rush towards your ears as his fingers fasten for the chorus. You watch as his pale fingers beautifully dance on the piano, not even lifting as his eyes are shut, he's going off memory of the piano and sheet, you don't even realize you've stopped playing until his eyes open, gleaming that perfect violet and his deep eyes hold an expectance of sorts, your eyes glancing down as you realise that your hands have stopped the synchronized dance. With a quick, but quiet, apology, your hands start moving again. It continues like that for a while until the beautiful piece is finished, Fyodor's shoulders lax as he breathes in, his chest rising and falling calmly as he looks at you, his eyes holding quiet appreciation as he stands and ushers you up and out of the large, spacious room and towards your shared bedroom. It's all routine too play together in the midst of the night before you two lay in peace in the soft bed, it's one of his favorite ways too end off the clear dark nights.

[bluelavendre]

Title: Not just for the cats, but for us.

Pjm x reader Fluff

Highschool AU

I love cats n dogs but when i see jimin i just think about cats. -bluelle ------------------------------------------------------------------

Her fingers danced gracefully across the piano keys, coaxing a melody so pure and enchanting that it seemed to breathe life into the stillness of the room. The familiar strains of Für Elise flowed effortlessly from her hands, each note brimming with emotion, weaving a story only she could tell. The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over her figure as she sat poised, her back straight yet relaxed, her head gently tilting with the rise and fall of the music.

From my vantage point by the door, hidden just enough to remain unseen, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her face was serene, her expression a delicate blend of focus and passion, as though the music was not merely played but pulled from her very soul. The faintest smile tugged at her lips, betraying a secret joy she seemed to share with the keys alone.

I leaned quietly against the doorframe, afraid to step closer, lest I break the spell she had cast on the room—and on me. My heart raced, not from nervousness, but from the sheer beauty of the moment. Each note she played wrapped around me, drawing me into her world, a world I longed to be a part of.

The air between us felt electric, though she had no idea I was there. I admired her from the shadows, captivated by the way her slender fingers moved with such precision, her every gesture exuding elegance. The faint scent of the polished wood piano mixed with the aroma of lavender from the room, grounding me in a moment that felt like a dream.

She was art in motion, and I, the silent observer, could do nothing but stand there, mesmerized, wishing the music—and this fleeting, perfect moment—would never end.

“Yah! Jimin-shi, what are you doing over there?” Umji’s voice broke through my thoughts, snapping me out of the quiet reverie I had sunk into while watching her play the piano. My heart jumped, and without thinking, I clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her instantly.

“Keep it down, Umji!” I hissed, glancing nervously toward the piano room to see if anyone had noticed the commotion.

Her eyes narrowed at me, and I could tell she was about to let me have it once I removed my hand. “Ah… you creep! Why would you—” But before she could finish her protest, another voice rang out, interrupting us both.

“Jimin-ah! Umji-ah! You lovebirds need to get a room or something—you’re literally in school!”

It was Luna, striding down the hall with her usual flair, a teasing grin plastered across her face. And beside her... there she was. Y/n.

“Luna, stop it. Leave them alone,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at her friend before turning to us. Her voice was calm, but there was a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she found the situation mildly amusing. “Sorry about her. She’s just a bit much sometimes.”

I was frozen, my brain scrambling to form a coherent response. “I—I, uh… it’s fine. Hehe,” I managed, though my voice cracked awkwardly on the last word. My cheeks burned as I felt my face flush red.

Beside me, Umji elbowed me sharply in the ribs, her way of saying pull yourself together. I shot her a look, but before I could say anything else, Y/n spoke again.

“We should get going. Bye, Jimin-shi, Umji!” She waved lightly, her smile warm and effortless, before walking off with Luna.

I stood there for a moment, staring after her retreating figure, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

“You’re so awkward, dude,” Umji muttered, shaking her head as we started walking toward our next class.

“Whatever,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. I could still feel the heat in my cheeks, and the ghost of Y/n’s smile lingered in my mind.

As we walked, I glanced at Umji, who was humming a random tune. She had been my best friend since elementary school, always there to back me up—or call me out. And, as annoying as she could be sometimes, I wouldn’t trade her for anyone.

But no matter how much I tried to focus on the next class or Umji’s chatter, my thoughts kept drifting back to that room, to her hands on the piano, and to the way she smiled at me, even if it was just for a moment.

Y/n was the top of the class—a title she carried effortlessly, like it was second nature. She wasn’t just academically brilliant; she had an artistry about her that captivated everyone who got to know her. She could play the piano with a grace that turned music into magic, and her skill with the violin was just as breathtaking. Every note she played seemed to come alive, telling stories no words could capture.

But it wasn’t just her talent that set her apart—it was her humility. Despite how accomplished she was, she never bragged or sought attention. She was the kind of person who’d stay after class to help someone struggling with homework or quietly cheer on her classmates during competitions. She was kind in a way that made you feel special, even if it was just a small smile or a quick “you can do it.”

And then there was her beauty. She was... radiant. Her smile could light up a room, with those perfect dimples framing it so effortlessly. Her eyes, deep and expressive, held the kind of warmth that made you feel seen and understood, even from across the room. Her presence alone made everything around her feel brighter.

I couldn’t help but let my thoughts linger on her, playing out memories of her laughter, the way her hair glimmered under the sunlight, and the way her voice carried a natural melody when she spoke. My mind began to wander further—her smile, her dimples, her eyes, her—

BRRRIIIING!

The sharp clang of the bell snapped me out of my trance. I jolted in my seat, my heart racing as if someone had caught me red-handed. Shaking my head, I tried to refocus, but my thoughts lingered stubbornly on Y/n.

“Ugh, focus, Jimin,” I muttered under my breath, grabbing my things for the next class. But as much as I tried to concentrate on anything else, I knew it was pointless. She had a way of staying in my mind, like a melody I couldn’t shake off.

“What will you be doing this weekend?” Umji asked as we walked down the hall, her voice casual but curious, like she always was.

I shrugged, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. “Buying groceries for my cat. He’s running low on food, and he’s already giving me those judgmental stares.”

Umji snorted. “Your cat owns you, doesn’t he?”

“Pretty much,” I admitted with a small grin. “What about you?”

She let out an exaggerated groan, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Dad’s forcing me to go with him fishing.”

“Fishing?” I raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. “Sounds fun.”

“Fun? Are you kidding? Sitting in a boat for hours, in the sun, waiting for something to bite? No, thank you.” She tossed her head back like it was the worst thing imaginable.

“Still…” I said, nudging her arm lightly, “quality time with your dad isn’t the worst thing in the world. You’ll probably catch something to cook for dinner, right?”

She sighed, half-defeated. “I guess. He does get weirdly happy when I go with him, so... I’ll survive. But if he makes me gut a fish again, I’m retiring as his daughter.”

I laughed at that, picturing her struggling with a fish while her dad gave her instructions. “Retiring, huh? Let me know how that goes. I hear being a cat parent isn’t much easier.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, and we kept walking, her rant about fishing fading into the comfortable rhythm of our banter.

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Saturday I woke up later than usual, sunlight streaming through the blinds and warming my room. Jenga, my cat, was already awake, purring loudly as he rubbed himself against my feet, his way of demanding attention.

“I know, I know. I have to buy you food,” I mumbled, crouching down to scratch behind his ears. He purred even louder, his tail swishing happily.

After a quick breakfast, I got ready and headed out to the pet shop. The cool morning air felt refreshing as I walked, the streets already busy with people running their weekend errands. When I entered the shop, the familiar scent of pet supplies and the faint chatter of other customers greeted me.

Grabbing a basket, I started browsing the shelves, scanning for the brand of food Jenga liked. My mind was preoccupied with deciding between flavors—salmon or chicken—when something made me stop in my tracks.

There she was.

Y/n stood a few aisles away, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she held up a cat toy. She was laughing softly, her voice like music, and beside her was Luna, her ever-energetic friend.

“Lu, should I get this for Hubby?” Y/n asked, holding up a small mouse-shaped toy and tilting her head in mock seriousness.

“Hubby deserves the best,” Luna teased, grinning. “You should get the fancy one with the bells.”

Before I could even think of turning away or hiding behind a shelf, Y/n’s eyes flickered in my direction. For a moment, time seemed to slow. She smiled warmly when she saw me, lifting her hand in a small wave.

“Hi, Jimin-shi!” she called out.

Her smile—those dimples, her bright eyes—it hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless. My heart stuttered, and I felt an embarrassing warmth creep up my neck.

I tried to play it cool, giving a small wave back and managing an awkward “H-hey.”

Luna raised an eyebrow, her trademark smirk spreading across her face. “Well, look who it is,” she said, nudging Y/n with her elbow.

Y/n didn’t seem to notice her friend’s teasing. She smiled at me again before turning back to the shelf. I stood there for a moment, feeling like my legs had turned to jelly, before realizing I was still holding the basket awkwardly in one hand.

I needed to move—or at least figure out how to breathe again.

Luna’s phone buzzed loudly, breaking the moment. She pulled it out of her pocket and answered with a grin. “Hey, Jungkook. Yeah, I’m still at the pet shop. Wait, you’re already there? Ugh, fine. I’ll come grab you.”

She turned to me before I could even process what was happening. “Hey, Jimin. You wouldn’t mind looking after my sweet little bestie here while I fetch Jungkook, right?”

“Uh—”

“Great, thanks!” Luna said, not waiting for an answer. She patted my back with enough force to nearly knock me forward and started walking away.

“Luna!” Y/n called after her, but her friend just waved without turning around.

“She’s something else,” Y/n said, laughing softly as she turned back to me.

“Yeah, she really is,” I replied, trying to suppress the awkwardness rising in my chest.

Y/n smiled at me, tilting her head slightly. “So… you have a cat?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, nodding quickly. “His name’s Jenga. He’s kind of a spoiled prince, but, uh, I guess that’s my fault.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Jenga? That’s such a cute name! I have a cat too.”

“Really?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “What’s their name?”

“Hubby,” she said, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“Hubby?” I echoed, trying not to smile too much.

“Yeah, I know it’s a weird name,” she admitted, her cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. “Luna started calling him that as a joke, and it just stuck. Now every time I call for him, it feels like I’m talking to my nonexistent husband.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the image. “That’s actually adorable. So what’s Hubby like?”

She grinned. “Oh, he’s the sassiest little thing. He acts like he’s royalty. He’ll only eat out of specific bowls, and if I don’t give him attention the moment he demands it, he’ll knock something over just to prove a point.”

“That sounds... way too familiar,” I said with a laugh. “Jenga does the same thing. I swear, cats are masterminds. They know exactly how to manipulate us.”

“Right?!” she agreed, her laughter blending with mine. “But as much trouble as Hubby is, I can’t imagine not having him around. He’s basically my baby.”

For a moment, we both stood there, exchanging stories about our cats, the awkwardness between us melting away. The way she talked about Hubby—with so much affection and warmth—made my heart race just a little faster.

As our laughter faded into a comfortable silence, Y/n brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at me, her dimples showing just enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“We should arrange a kitty playdate for them,” she said, her eyes sparkling with the idea.

“A playdate?” I repeated, slightly caught off guard. The thought of Jenga interacting with another cat—let alone her cat—was both amusing and slightly terrifying. “I don’t know if Jenga plays well with others. He kind of thinks he’s the king of the world.”

Y/n chuckled, a soft sound that made me smile automatically. “Hubby’s the same way. He’s probably going to think Jenga’s his rival or something. But it could be fun, don’t you think? Watching them try to figure each other out?”

I could already picture it: Jenga glaring at Hubby, trying to assert dominance, while Hubby casually ignored him, lounging like the diva Y/n had described. The image made me laugh. “Yeah, it would definitely be interesting.”

“See?” she said, nudging me lightly with her elbow. “It’s settled, then. We’ll pick a day, and they can meet. You can bring Jenga to my place—there’s more space for them to run around.”

Her words caught me off guard. Her place? My mind scrambled to keep up. “Oh, uh, yeah. That sounds great,” I managed to say, trying not to sound too eager.

“Awesome,” she said with a grin, clearly pleased with the idea. “Just be warned—Hubby will probably show off. He loves an audience.”

“Well, Jenga might try to steal the show,” I joked, feeling a little more at ease now.

“Perfect. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone,” she teased, her laughter ringing out again.

As the conversation shifted back to the shelves of pet supplies, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny spark of excitement. A playdate for our cats sounded like a silly idea on the surface, but the thought of spending more time with Y/n—even under the guise of being responsible cat owners—was something I wouldn’t dare turn down.

Just as the conversation between Y/n and I was flowing, Luna came back into view, this time accompanied by none other than Jungkook, her boyfriend. He was carrying a bag of snacks, looking like he’d just come from somewhere else, his casual demeanor matching Luna’s usual energetic one.

“There goes my mom and dad,” Y/n murmured under her breath, but I caught it, a soft chuckle escaping me at her playful tone. It was obvious she was referring to how Luna and Jungkook always seemed like the perfect pair of mismatched parents in their friend group.

Luna spotted us immediately, her bright eyes locking on Y/n before turning to me with a teasing grin. “So, have you two been making cat plans or whatever?”

Y/n and I exchanged a quick, amused glance. “Yeah, we’ve been discussing a kitty playdate for Hubby and Jenga,” I said, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

Luna raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jungkook. “Oh? This I’ve got to see,” she said with a grin. “Are you sure the cats won’t end up fighting each other instead of playing?”

“It’s going to be fun to watch either way,” Y/n replied, her voice light, almost teasing. “But I’m more worried about what Jenga will do to Hubby. He thinks he’s top cat around here.”

Jungkook chuckled, giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Sounds like a good time. Let me know when it happens. I’ll be watching from the sidelines, ready to break up any cat fights.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. “I’ll definitely let you know,” I promised, feeling a sense of excitement build at the thought of actually seeing Y/n again outside of the store.

Luna turned her attention back to Y/n, her tone shifting slightly. “Have you finished shopping?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve got everything,” Y/n said, adjusting the bag in her hand. “I just need to grab a few more things at home, but I’m good for now.”

“Well, then,” Luna said, her expression turning mischievous, “we’ll leave you two alone now. Bye, Jimin-shi!” She waved at me, a wink accompanying her farewell.

“Bye, Jimin!” Y/n added with a soft, genuine smile.

I waved back, a bit flustered but smiling nonetheless. “See you, Y/n,” I said, my voice a little more soft than I meant it to be.

Luna and Jungkook started walking toward the exit, Luna talking animatedly about some random topic, while Y/n lingered for a moment, her gaze holding mine.

“Catch you later, Jimin,” she said, her smile lingering for just a bit longer than usual.

As she turned to follow her friends, she paused, glancing back at me with a thoughtful look. “Hey, um... do you think you could give me your number?” she asked, her voice slightly quieter but still warm. “For the cat playdate, you know… just in case we need to set a time or something.”

I blinked, a bit surprised but also excited. “Oh—yeah, of course,” I stammered, quickly pulling out my phone and unlocking it. “Here, just—just type it in.”

Y/n took the phone from my hand with a small, soft laugh, her fingers brushing against mine as she typed in her number. “Thanks, Jimin. I’ll text you soon about the playdate.”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said, feeling my heart race a little faster as she handed the phone back.

With one final smile, Y/n waved again. “See you soon, Jimin.”

“See you,” I managed to say, my thoughts a little scattered as I watched her walk away, feeling a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

She has my number. My mind kept repeating the words over and over, and I could feel my heart race a little faster with each thought. I watched as Y/n walked off with Luna and Jungkook, the feeling of her smile still lingering in my chest like a warmth that wouldn’t fade.

I couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

But just as I was lost in the moment, the sound of a locker slamming shut broke my daydreaming. “YAH, why you smiling like an idiot again?”

I jumped, startled by the voice. It was Umji, of course, standing at the end of the hallway with an exasperated look on her face. She was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, giving me a look that clearly said, she knew something was up.

“Umji, can you not?!” I said, trying to hide my grin but failing miserably.

She took one step closer, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, don’t try to act innocent now. I know that look. You’re definitely thinking about something, and it’s probably about Y/n, isn’t it?”

My face flushed, and I quickly tried to wipe the goofy smile off my face, but it was no use. “It’s not like that...” I muttered, though even I knew I wasn’t fooling her.

Umji let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. “You’re hopeless, Jimin. I knew it the moment I saw you two talking. You’re already all over the place in your head, aren’t you?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Umji was right.

“I told you, didn’t I?” she said, crossing her arms again. “You’ve been staring at her like some lovesick puppy for weeks. And now—now, you have her number? Pfft, you’re doomed.”

“Thanks for the support, Umji,” I muttered sarcastically, but the truth was, her teasing only made me more flustered.

“Yeah, yeah. But seriously,” she said, her voice softening just a little, “if you like her, you should do something about it. Don’t just stand there grinning like a fool.”

I gave her a sideways glance. “I’m not just grinning...”

“Oh, you’re totally grinning,” she said, nudging me with her elbow. “You’ve got that look in your eyes that says you’re definitely going to daydream about her later.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, okay, I get it. But let’s just get to class already.”

Umji just laughed. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re so obvious, Jimin.”

I shook my head, but I couldn’t hide the goofy smile creeping back onto my face as we walked toward our next class.

The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch, and I made my way to my locker, waiting for Umji like usual. As I leaned against the cool metal, I couldn’t help but smile again—thinking about the exchange earlier with Y/n. I must've looked like a complete idiot, but I didn’t care. She had my number. She actually asked for it.

"She's again late," I muttered to myself, leaning a little more into the locker as I checked my watch. Umji was always running behind, and I’d gotten used to it by now.

"Hey, Jimin."

I froze. That voice.

I turned around quickly, and there she was—Y/n, standing a few feet away with that soft smile of hers. My heart skipped a beat, and I mentally kicked myself for sounding so obvious earlier.

“H-hey,” I stammered, trying my best not to blush like an idiot.

Y/n chuckled at my flustered reaction, but she didn’t seem bothered by it. If anything, she looked even more at ease, like she was used to making people nervous.

“So, I was wondering,” she started, her eyes meeting mine, “are you free on Saturday?”

I blinked, surprised. Saturday? Was she seriously asking me this now? My mind raced, trying to process her words. "Yeah, totally," I said a little too quickly, my enthusiasm slipping through.

Her smile widened, and for a second, I could swear the world around us quieted. “Great! I was thinking, since we’re going to have that kitty playdate, maybe we can do something else after? Like grab a bite to eat or... you know, just hang out?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect,” I said, my voice a little steadier now, though my heart was still racing. I couldn’t believe it. She was asking me to hang out. Outside of school. Outside of the cat playdate. This wasn’t just casual anymore.

"Alright," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "I’ll text you the details, but I just wanted to check in if you were free."

“I’m free,” I replied instantly, a smile tugging at my lips that I couldn’t hide.

“Perfect,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I’ll see you then, Jimin.”

Before I could say anything else, she waved and walked off, leaving me standing there, practically glowing. My brain was still processing everything, but one thing was clear—I had just made plans with Y/n. Not just for the cats, but for us.

Umji was beside me smirking “ooooooh. He’s gonna get laid” she said teasingly “Shut up umji!”

Saturday came faster than I expected, like a timelapse in my mind. I woke up at 6 a.m., my heart already racing with excitement. I had the whole day to prepare for Y/n’s visit—and I wasn’t about to let anything slip through the cracks. The house had to be perfect.

I started with the basics: wiping down the tables, vacuuming every inch of the floor. I was determined to make the place presentable, even though I knew it wasn’t exactly the cleanest house on the block. But for Y/n? I wanted everything to be spotless.

As I moved from room to room, my mom appeared, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she came down the stairs. She blinked a few times, trying to wake up. “Son, why so early?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

I paused for a second, a little startled, but quickly replied, “Sorry, Mom. I just have a guest later.”

Her eyebrows raised, and she gave me a teasing smile, her sleepiness vanishing in an instant. “She must be special, huh? Well, I’ll let you finish, and I’ll cook breakfast later. I still have to go to work.”

“Love you, Mom,” I said, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to spread across my face.

“I love you too, Jimin,” she replied, her voice softening as she patted me on the shoulder before heading back to the kitchen.

I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as I continued cleaning. This wasn’t just some casual hangout anymore. Y/n was coming over—for real. And I wanted everything to go smoothly.

“Food bowls, check. Water, check. Extra kitty treats, check.” I ran through my checklist one last time, making sure everything was set. I wanted to make sure Jenga and Hubby—Y/n’s cat—had everything they could possibly need for their playdate.

Finally, I stopped and looked down at my own cat, who was sitting on the couch, watching me with those big, judgmental eyes. “Jenga, please be a good boy,” I said, trying to sound confident.

Jenga responded with a soft meow, almost like he was agreeing—though I wasn’t sure if he understood.

I sighed, giving him a last pat before hearing the doorbell ring. My heart skipped a beat. There she was.

I rushed to the door, quickly fixing my hair one last time, though I didn’t have much time to do anything other than take a deep breath. I opened it, and there she was—Y/n, standing outside with a cat carrier bag in hand, looking just as calm and beautiful as ever.

“Hey,” I greeted, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice. “You’re here.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Yep! Got Hubby all packed up and ready for his first playdate.” She shifted the cat bag, and I could hear the soft meowing from inside. “Hope Jenga’s ready too.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, the excitement building. “I think he’s ready. I hope they get along.”

“Well, if they don’t, we’ve got treats to bribe them,” Y/n laughed, walking inside after I stepped aside to let her in.

As she entered, I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. It was happening. Y/n was here. And this wasn’t just a casual hangout anymore—it was something more.

Jenga and Hubby just stood there, staring at each other. The silence between them was almost awkward, as if they were sizing each other up. Jenga, usually the more energetic one, was completely still, his eyes locked on Hubby.

Y/n pulled out her phone, ready to capture the moment. She held it up, her grin widening. “Wow, for the first time he’s like that,” she said, her voice full of amusement as she watched Jenga’s uncharacteristically calm behavior.

I couldn’t help but laugh, too. Jenga usually couldn’t sit still for five seconds, let alone stand there quietly. “Yeah, he’s usually a lot more... active,” I said, eyes still on my cat. “Jenga’s... friendly? Or he’s planning something?”

Y/n chuckled, her fingers lightly tapping the screen of her phone as she recorded. “I don’t know, maybe he’s just being cautious. Hubby can be a little intimidating at first, but once they get comfortable...”

Jenga slowly took a few steps forward, and Hubby blinked, then casually stretched out a paw. It was like a silent invitation. I raised an eyebrow, watching the two of them interact.

“Looks like he’s warming up,” I said, a little surprised.

Y/n laughed softly, still recording. “Maybe they’ll be best buds by the end of the day.”

For a moment, it felt like everything was perfectly aligned—Jenga and Hubby meeting each other, Y/n and I sharing a moment together. I couldn’t help but feel like I was experiencing something special.

A sudden crack of thunder made both of us jump. Y/n let out a small gasp, clutching the strap of her bag as she turned toward the window. Rain was now pouring heavily, streaking down the glass in thick rivulets. The sky outside had darkened, the storm rolling in quicker than either of us had expected.

“Oh no,” she sighed, pressing her palm against the windowpane. “Looks like we’re stuck in here, Hubs.” She glanced down at her cat, then back at me, her expression soft but questioning. “If that’s fine for you, Jiminshi?”

I swallowed, forcing myself to play it cool, even though my heart had already started racing. “That’s totally fine,” I said with a smile, trying to ignore the sudden warmth creeping up my neck.

As the storm outside raged on, the softest, most unexpected sight caught our attention—Jenga and Hubby, snuggled up in the corner, fast asleep. Jenga, the same cat who rarely showed affection, was curled up against Hubby like they’d been best friends forever.

Y/n’s eyes practically sparkled as she clasped her hands together. “Aww,” she whispered, her voice filled with pure adoration. Her eyes formed little hearts as she stared at the two furry companions, completely mesmerized.

I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. “It’s very unusual for Jenga to be this... cuddly.”

Y/n turned to me, her cheeks still carrying the trace of a smile. “Maybe he just needed the right company,” she mused.

I nodded, before suddenly remembering—I should be a good host. “Y/n, do you want something to eat? Or drink?” I asked as I opened the fridge, scanning the shelves for anything worth offering.

“A water will be fine, please,” she replied sweetly, shifting her focus from the window back to me.

I grabbed a bottle and handed it to her, our fingers brushing slightly. It was barely a touch, but even that small contact made my chest tighten. I cleared my throat, trying to think of something else to keep my nerves from making me awkward.

“Do you want to play video games while the cats are... contained?” I asked, glancing toward the corner where they were still peacefully curled up.

Y/n grinned, twisting the cap off her water. “Sure,” she said. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you, Jimin.”

I smirked, finally feeling a bit more at ease. “We’ll see about that.”

I set up the console and handed her a controller. We started off with a simple racing game, but soon, things turned competitive.

“Jimin, you’re so bad at this,” Y/n teased, giggling as she zoomed past my car for the third time.

I groaned. “I swear my controller is broken. There’s no way you’re this good.”

She laughed, nudging my arm playfully. “Excuses, excuses.”

The next game we picked was a battle-style one, where we had to fight against each other.

“Prepare to lose,” I declared confidently.

But within minutes, Y/n had completely destroyed me.

“No way! You practice this, don’t you?” I accused, eyes wide as my character got knocked out.

She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. “I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you!”

The room was filled with laughter, playful bickering, and the occasional “No fair!” from me every time she won. The rain continued to pour outside, but inside, it felt warm and alive.

After what felt like hours of intense gaming, I finally managed to win a round.

“HA! Take that!” I cheered, throwing my hands in the air.

Y/n pouted. “Beginner’s luck.”

I grinned. “Nah, that was pure skill.”

She rolled her eyes but laughed. “Fine, fine. I’ll give you this one.”

I looked at her, smiling to myself. This stormy day, which could’ve been dull and uneventful, had turned into something so unexpectedly fun. Y/n’s laughter, her presence—it made the whole afternoon feel special.

Maybe being stuck inside wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

All the way to school, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. My steps were light, almost skippy, and there was an undeniable happiness bubbling inside me. I finally found a girl who matched my freak, someone who made me laugh, who made my heart race in the best way possible.

“Yah! Weirdo,” Umji’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she nudged me with her elbow, a teasing smirk on her face.

I turned to her, still grinning. “Umj-ah, I had the best day of my life!” I practically sang, my eyes twinkling with excitement.

Umji raised an eyebrow before dramatically rolling her eyes. “Lovestruck puppy, aish,” she sighed, shaking her head.

I ignored her sarcasm and clutched my chest like I was in some kind of romance drama. “I’m serious! Saturday was... amazing. We played games, the cats actually got along, and—” I stopped myself, suddenly realizing how ridiculous I must’ve sounded.

Umji smirked. “Uh-huh. And let me guess, you kept staring at her like a lost puppy the whole time?”

I cleared my throat, trying to act unbothered. “I-I did not—”

She cut me off with a loud gasp. “You totally did!”

“Shut up!” I groaned, covering my face as my ears burned red.

Umji just laughed, slinging an arm around my shoulder as we walked through the school gates. “Ah, Jimin, my dear friend, you’ve got it bad.”

I sighed, but deep down, I knew she was right. And honestly? I didn’t mind one bit.

We arrived at school, and just as I was about to step inside, Umji suddenly nudged me hard in the ribs.

"Ow! Umji, stop with the—" I started to protest, rubbing my side.

"Yah! Your crush is coming!" she whisper-shouted, eyes twinkling with mischief.

My breath hitched as I instinctively looked up—and there she was. Y/n, walking through the school gates, her hair slightly tousled by the morning breeze, looking effortlessly pretty as always. She was chatting with Luna, her laughter ringing like a melody in the air.

Panic set in. I wasn’t ready for this. Was my hair okay? Did I look weird? Oh god, what if she noticed how stupidly happy I was just a second ago?

"Act normal," Umji muttered, trying to stifle her laugh.

I straightened up, attempting to look cool and composed, but my body betrayed me. My backpack nearly slipped off my shoulder, and when I tried to fix it, I almost tripped over my own feet.

"Smooth," Umji deadpanned.

Before I could recover, Y/n caught sight of me and smiled. "Good morning, Jimin!"

That was it. That was all it took for my brain to short-circuit.

"H-Hey! G-Good morning!" I stammered like an absolute fool.

Umji snorted beside me. "Lovestruck puppy," she muttered under her breath.

I ignored her. Y/n took a small step closer, tilting her head slightly. “So... up for another kitty playdate next week?”

I blinked, completely caught off guard. Did she just—? Was she asking me to hang out again?

"U-Uh, yeah! Totally! I mean—yeah, that’d be cool!" I blurted out way too enthusiastically.

Y/n giggled. “Great! Hubby had fun too, so let’s plan it soon.”

She gave me one last smile before walking off with Luna, leaving me frozen in place, heart pounding like a drum.

I turned to Umji, who was already shaking her head. "Jimin, you are so obvious."

I let out a dreamy sigh. "I don't even care."

Umji groaned. "You're officially hopeless."

But honestly? I was perfectly fine with that.

Saturdays had officially become my favorite days.

Every week, without fail, Y/n would arrive at my doorstep, carrying Hubby in his little travel bag, a warm smile on her face that never failed to send my heart into overdrive. The moment the door opened, Jenga would perk up, already expecting his new playmate, and the excitement in the air was almost contagious.

"Jiminshi, I think they recognize each other now," Y/n said with a giggle one Saturday afternoon as we watched the two cats sniffing and circling each other.

I laughed, watching as Jenga playfully batted at Hubby’s tail before darting away. "They probably think they own the place now."

Each Saturday felt like a little adventure of its own. Some days, we'd just lounge around, watching as our cats zoomed across the living room, knocking over everything in their way. Other times, we’d try to get them to wear tiny outfits—though that usually ended with us getting swatted at while Y/n cried from laughter.

And then, of course, there were the video game battles.

“You’re so going down today,” I smirked as I handed Y/n a controller, settling onto the couch.

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “Jimin, I’ve destroyed you every single time. What makes you think today is different?”

“Because I practiced,” I declared proudly.

And yet, ten minutes later, I was groaning in defeat while Y/n laughed victoriously beside me. “You’re hopeless,” she teased, nudging my shoulder.

I didn’t mind losing. Not when it meant seeing her smile like that.

Other Saturdays, we'd just talk—about school, life, our childhoods. I learned that Y/n had always wanted a cat but had to wait until she was older to get one. I told her about how Jenga had randomly appeared outside my house one day and refused to leave.

One afternoon, as the sun cast a golden glow through my window, she leaned back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "You know... these Saturdays are kinda my favorite now."

I almost dropped the glass of water I was holding. "Really?"

She turned her head to look at me, her expression soft. "Yeah. It’s fun. It’s... nice spending time like this."

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

"Yeah," I managed to say, clearing my throat. "It really is."

Jenga and Hubby curled up together on the rug, their tails intertwined as they drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, my heart raced, knowing that next Saturday, she’d be here again.

And the Saturday after that.

And maybe, just maybe, one day, I’d finally tell her just how much these Saturdays meant to me.

"Dude, are you really just gonna stay like that forever?" Umji said, plopping down beside me as I set down the book I was reading—How to Get Your Crush to Like You Back.

"Like what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She gave me an exaggerated look before motioning toward the book. "Duh. Reading that without even applying any of the stuff it says." She took a sip from her water bottle, watching me like she was waiting for me to realize something obvious.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I just... I don’t know, Umji." My fingers fiddled with the edge of the book. "I don’t know how to ask her out."

Umji groaned, throwing her head back. "Jimin, seriously? She literally comes over every Saturday. She hangs out with you for hours. Do you need a flashing neon sign that says Ask Y/n Out?"

I let out another sigh, this one heavier. "I’m just waiting for the right time."

Umji scoffed, crossing her arms. "Then find it. Or, I dunno, lose it?"

That made me pause. I frowned. "Lose it? What do you mean?"

She stared at me like I was the densest person on earth. "Jiminah. You are not the only guy who has heart eyes for Y/n."

That got my attention. "Wait, what?"

Umji leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. "Kim Seokjin. The senior. He’s been talking about her a lot lately. Watching her every school performance, going to every event she’s in." She gave me a pointed look. "Like, every single one."

A sudden tightness formed in my chest. Seokjin? The guy every girl in school practically swooned over?

I swallowed hard. "You’re right," I said, my voice firmer this time. "I can’t just sit around anymore. I’m going to confess this Saturday."

Umji grinned and clapped her hands together. "That’s my beste! Finally, some action!"

I exhaled sharply, my heartbeat already picking up at the thought. Saturday. That was the day. No more hesitation. No more waiting.

It was now or never.

I was waiting outside Y/n’s homeroom, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, trying to calm my nerves. My palms were slightly sweaty, and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. Today’s the day, Jimin. You got this.

The classroom door creaked open, and Luna stepped out, eyes glued to her phone. She barely noticed me standing there until I cleared my throat.

“Hey, Luna,” I greeted, trying to sound casual.

She glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, hey. Looking for Y/n?”

“Yeah, is she here?” I asked, peering inside the room, but there was no sign of her.

Luna shook her head. “She was asked by Professor Shin to bring some papers to the seniors.”

“Seniors?” I repeated, a small knot forming in my stomach.

“Yep,” Luna confirmed, casually scrolling through her phone. “You know, for their upcoming events and stuff.”

My stomach twisted slightly. Seniors… Did that mean she was with him? Seokjin? The guy Umji warned me about? The guy who apparently had been keeping a close eye on Y/n?

I clenched my fists, trying to shake off the sudden unease creeping up my spine.

“Uh… do you know where exactly?” I asked, attempting to keep my voice steady.

Luna finally looked up from her phone and gave me a smirk. “Why? You jealous or something?”

I stiffened. “W-What? No! I just—”

She laughed, cutting me off. “Relax, Jimin. She should be back soon. Why don’t you just wait here?”

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. Maybe I was overthinking things. But still, the thought of Y/n spending time with Seokjin, even for school work, made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.

“Alright,” I muttered, leaning against the wall.

I’d wait.

And today, no matter what, I was going to tell her how I felt.

A couple of minutes later, I straightened up as I saw Y/n walking down the hallway beside Professor Shin. My heart did a little flip at the sight of her—hair slightly tousled, cheeks lightly flushed, probably from carrying all those papers.

"Thanks for the help, Y/n," Professor Shin said, giving her an appreciative nod.

"No problem, sir," she replied with a bright smile.

That’s when her eyes landed on me.

“Oh, Jiminshi,” she said, blinking in surprise.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

“Uh—hey,” I managed to say, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. “I was just… waiting for you.”

Her lips curled into a soft smile. “Oh? What’s up?”

This was it. My chance. My moment.

But why did my throat suddenly feel dry?

Luna, still standing nearby, stifled a laugh and muttered, “This should be fun.”

I ignored her, inhaling deeply before looking straight into Y/n’s eyes.

“I… I wanted to ask you something.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to push past the nerves threatening to paralyze me. Now or never, Jimin. Just do it.

“I wanted to ask if…” I hesitated for half a second before exhaling sharply. “If you’d like to go out with me this Saturday. Like… on a date.”

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn’t expected that.

“Oh…” she blinked, processing my words. “A date?”

Before she could say anything else, a voice from behind interrupted us.

“Y/n!”

I turned my head just in time to see him.

Kim Seokjin.

The senior.

The guy Umji had warned me about.

He was standing a few feet away, holding what looked like a small, neatly wrapped box in his hand. His confident demeanor faltered slightly as he took in the scene—me standing close to Y/n, her looking up at me with curious eyes, and Luna and Umji watching with barely contained excitement.

Jin’s gaze flickered between us, realization dawning on his face.

I knew it.

He was about to ask her out.

But I had beaten him to it.

Umji and Luna exchanged a glance before smirking and casually high-fiving in the background.

Y/n, seemingly unaware of the small unspoken battle that had just taken place, smiled at me—soft, warm, genuine. “I’d love to, Jimin.”

My heart nearly burst out of my chest. “R-Really?”

She giggled, nodding. “Yeah. A kitty playdate is fun, but I think a real date sounds even better.”

Luna let out a dramatic ooooh while Umji snickered. Jin, to his credit, managed to keep his face neutral, though I could see the disappointment flicker in his eyes before he cleared his throat.

“Well,” Jin said, forcing a small smile. “Looks like I was a little late.”

Luna, never one to miss a moment, whispered loudly, “Too late.”

Jin shot her a look but then chuckled, shaking his head. “Good luck, Jimin.” He gave Y/n one last glance before slipping the box into his pocket and walking away.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

I had done it.

I had asked her out. And she said yes.

As Y/n and I exchanged shy smiles, Umji and Luna high-fived again, this time even harder.

“Finally,” Umji muttered. “About damn time.”

“Aigoo, finally our baby is dating,” Jungkook said, dramatically wiping away fake tears as he pulled a laughing Luna into a tight hug. The couple’s playful teasing filled the air as they shared the moment with us.

Beside them, Umji was happily stuffing food into her mouth, barely pausing to breathe. "He’s been lovestruck by her like, since forever," she said, voice muffled as she chewed, a proud glint in her eyes. "But because of my words of wisdom, he finally got the guts."

Luna and Jungkook exchanged amused glances, chuckling at the scene. "Words of wisdom?" Luna teased, arching an eyebrow. "That’s what you’re calling it?"

“Hey, I know what I’m talking about,” Umji said, giving a dramatic wink between mouthfuls. “It’s all about timing.”

The park around us felt peaceful—just the kind of place to spend a Saturday afternoon. Y/n and I sat on the grass, our cats, Jenga and Hubby, sprawled lazily between us, enjoying the rare moment of calm. The two cats had become inseparable over the past few weeks, and seeing them curled up together made me smile.

Luna and Jungkook sat a little further away, their playful teasing continuing as they watched us. "I’m still amazed you guys actually did it," Jungkook commented, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "Thought it was gonna take you forever to ask her out, Jimin."

I smiled, feeling a little embarrassed but also proud. "Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy… but it was worth it."

Y/n smiled shyly beside me, her fingers gently brushing against mine as she leaned closer. "I’m glad you asked."

I felt my heart flutter at her words. The warmth between us was undeniable.

Jungkook and Luna exchanged a glance, clearly noticing the shift in the air. Luna sighed dramatically, holding a hand to her heart. "This is so cute, I’m getting heartburn from it."

"Same," Jungkook agreed, giving us a thumbs-up. "You guys make a good couple."

Umji, wiping her mouth and swallowing another bite, joined in with a cheeky grin. "You two better not get too lovey-dovey. I’m still here, you know."

I chuckled. "We’re just enjoying the moment."

It was a peaceful afternoon, surrounded by friends, our cats, and a growing bond that felt like it had always been there. The playful teasing, the laughter, the feeling of being surrounded by people who cared—it all made the day feel perfect.

And somehow, it felt like this was just the beginning.

I blinked, trying to process her words as they slowly sunk in. Y/n turned to face me fully, her smile widening as she watched my expression change.

“You know,” she started again, her voice soft but filled with a hint of playfulness. I hummed in response, trying to maintain my cool, but my heart was already racing.

“I didn’t actually propose the kitty playdate for the cats,” she said, her eyes gleaming as she tilted her head slightly.

My brow furrowed in confusion, but before I could ask what she meant, she added, “It was for us.”

My breath caught in my throat. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, and the world seemed to slow for a second. She wasn’t talking about the cats. She wasn’t talking about the playdate. She was talking about us.

I glanced at her, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The sounds of the park faded, and it was just her and me, sitting on the grass with our cats beside us, hearts quietly syncing with the unspoken understanding between us.

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “You… you did that for us?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Yeah.”

I felt the corners of my lips twitch into a grin. “I’m glad you did,” I said softly, unable to stop myself from blushing.

Y/n’s smile deepened, and she reached over, gently taking my hand in hers. It was a simple gesture, but it felt so incredibly right.

In that moment, everything just clicked.

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Umji is a supportive bestie and a foodie

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12 Year Old Copia, 1988. Name his rat. (I picked Ratthias)

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1986

Primo was usually in good spirits, whether tending to the Ministry gardens or to the needs of his younger brothers. There were some days, however, especially if it had rained for several days before, that the entire clergy could feel Primo’s heart fall. Primo had always been a go-getter and an upstanding member of the community since his return as an adult over a decade prior. But there was always something eating at him. Some mud that, no matter how hard he dug or clawed, would slowly sink him down into a pit of despair.

It was April, and after a long string of rainy days. Nihil’s two remaining sons and little Copia sat in the common room, winding down from an uneventful day with an equally uneventful evening. Copia observed Primo from his place coloring in a sketchbook on the carpet. Primo was lying on the couch and staring upwards, glassy eyed, a hand across his chest. Lost in thought. The darkness in his heart once again dragging him down.

Copia jogged over to Secundo who was smoking and reading at his favorite bench at the window. The boy tugged at Secundo’s sleeve, frowning and huffing.

“Use your words, Copia,” muttered Secundo.

Copia shook his head and gestured over to Primo slumped on the couch. He flapped his arms. “Can't. Ruin the surprise,” the boy whispered. “Do the thing. Come on. Please.”

Secundo glanced at his older brother and grunted, getting up from his seat. He walked over to the piano, stubbing his cigarette into the ashtray on the top. He stretched his fingers and began to play a sad, remorseful song, Beethoven’s Für Elise. The most Secundo ever moved or emoted was as he played a piece— swaying his body, hunching his shoulders, softening his eyebrows. Primo sighed as the melody dragged across the air, filling the space like a gathering raincloud. Copia shifted into position near Primo, his eyes darting over to his other brother, waiting for the cue.

At some point the tempo imperceptibly increased, the music now a different complexity… a shimmering, iconic disco tune. Copia marched out to face Primo, waving his arms, scream-singing at the top of his lungs.

“ DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY SEVENTEEN!” Copia twirled around on his toe landing into a comical knee bend that was only possible for youngsters. He waved his arms around, staring into Primo, pointing his finger at his adoptive brother. “ You can daaaance! You can jiii-ive! Having the time of your liiiiiife ooh-oooh-ooh!”

Primo stared at him, his eyes still tired and hollow. The corner of his mouth twitched.

“See that giiiirl! Watch that scene! DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEEEEEN!” The boy Copia wiggled his hips and nearly crabwalked across the rug.

As if tugged by a string Primo’s lips jerked into a small smile. He struggled with his face but his expression at last expanded into a full grin. Copia grinned back, jumping into his arms. “You're absolutely ridiculous—oof!” said Primo, bringing his arms around the boy. “You're getting too big to be in my lap these days.”

Copia rested his head on Primo’s shoulder, bringing his arm around him. “Nuh-uh.” He looked over to Secundo, who had relaxed Dancing Queen into a sarcastically soft piano bar improvisation.

“And how are your lessons going?” Primo asked Copia. Secundo caught his eye and stoically nodded his approval.

“Good,” said Copia. “Secundo says if you can change any sad song into Dancing Queen, you're a pretty good musician.”

Primo kissed the top of the boy’s head, patting his shoulder. “I suppose that's the right attitude.”

Copia watched his adoptive brother’s smile fade into a wistful expression, the clouds in his eyes falling away, at least for a little while.

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Chapter 4:a deal for a butterfly.

Warning:this series is told in achronogical order. The placement of THIS ficlet is around early season three.

Luka fiddled with his guitar.

The past month had been…eventful, to say the least. It had been a month since the Miracle queen disaster, one week since the appearance of new heroes, and a few days since his sister had been hiding things from him.

It all started four days ago, when Juleka came home at near midnight grinning like a madwoman without explanation. When their mother pried, she just said that she went on a date with Rose.

The next day, he checked on her but saw that her room was empty. Minutes later, Juleka came out of the room once again grinning.

Yesterday she was talking to someone in her room. Someone who Luka did not recognize.

Another thing was her melody.

Before hawkmoth, it was sincere. Kinda of like listening to classical music like Clair de lune or Für Elise. It changed after Reflecta, becoming… sharper, only increasing in sharpness until right now, where it felt like listening to classical rock

The change in tune happened to her classmates, too.

The tempo of both the Bourgeois sisters became sloppier, constantly losing. Chloe’s tune being faster and Zoe’s slower.

Adrien added even more sharpness to the already sharp alternative rock with some more classic added to it.

The Artist boy(Nate?) went from a melancholy tune to what Luka could only describe as an unfocused and unholy mixture of broadway, volcaloid, and the Kirby soundtrack on steroids that seemed to change cadence every ten seconds.

Alix turned from punk rock to a more Zelda-esk song that kept the same elements.

And Marinette…her music turned to a melancholy melody, tempo sometimes abruptly stopping and starting back again at random pace and similarly getting faster every few minutes.

It seemed as if recently something broke amongst most of the class. Whether that was something that sprung out of nowhere or building up for some time… Luka couldn’t tell.

“Luka!”Juleka called, as if on cue”I need to show you something!”

He set his guitar down, making his way to his sister’s room, seeing her sitting in her bed,holding something in her hands.

She stood up, locking the door behind him.

“What is it?”he asked.

“… Listen, Luka, promise me that whatever happens in this room never leaves it, alright?”

He narrowed his eyes”…why?”

She glanced at the green object in her hands(a bracelet, Luka could tell) until she held it out for him”put it on.”

He did as told, seeing as a green light started emanating from the bracelet as a small figure formed.

Once the light vanished, he saw a small creature which resembled a snake in front of him, with a green body and yellow eyes.

Luka paled, taking a slight step back at the creature gave him a wide eyed stare.

“Sso thisss isss the one you have chosssen for me?”it tilted its head, getting closer to him.

“He’s my brother, and probably the person I’d trust the most for this.”she replied.

“…Juleka?”he said.

His sister sighed, looking at her bag”Roaar, come out”

From the pouch came a red creature resembling the one in front of him.

“seems like you’ve chosen the snakelet to adorn you,Cub”it mused.

“Ssshut it, Roaar” the snake said”the only reason I agreed to thisss wasss becaussse I hadn’t taken up a holder in a while”

“Yeah, whatever”

“Roaar, Sass, please”Juleka said, before turning“Ignore their bickering”

“What are they?”he asked.

“Us? We’re Kwami! Or gods, to you”the red one -Roaar- replied.

“Oh pleassse, we are much more”the snake-Sass- replied”we are cosssmic deitiesss, given physssical form by those jewelsss and here to give boons to thossse we favor”

“Boons?”

Juleka rolled her eyes”they’re the things that give the superheroes their powers”

“How did you…?”

“I found Roaar at a yard sale, I don’t know how that vendor got it, but the moment I put on this”she pointed at a panjas bracelet on her left hand”a bright burst of light appeared and that’s how I met Roaar!”

Roaar chuckled”and after an offer she couldn’t refuse-“

“-She agreed to help me find more jewels so that I can give you and Rose powers too!”

“Wait… an offer?”

“Heh, nothing much”Roaar said”just the power to kill a butterfly”

“To kill a butterfly…?”

“Well,”Juleka replied”a human shaped butterfly with a terrible fashion sense”

“…The power to kill hawkmoth?”

“Yep! with me Cub has the power to punt that purple bastard to death, quite easily I might add”Roaar chuckled”a single punch and boom, dead as flower in winter”

Luka didn’t quite know how to respond to that.

“Though we will need help”Juleka added”which is how Sass comes into this”

“Hello there”the snake said”I might asss well introduce myssself properly. You may addresss me asss Sass, the kwami of precognition. I bring the ability which Mortalsss have taken to calling “second chance””

“Second chance?”

“Yesss, once per transssformacion you sssay thossse wordsss and sssuddenly a timer will ssset for ten minutesss, in which you will create a time loop that you can ressstart until you make the right choicesss to get the desired outcome”

“-which in this case is Hawkmoth getting punted to death”Roaar said.

“…are there any side effects?”Luka asked.

“Of courssse not!unlike other Kwami, sssuch asss…Fluff, I do not take any toll on you. In fact, over time you will only gain more abilitiesss, even if they are sssmall.”Sass replied”and all you need to accesss them is to say “Sass, Scales slither”

He looked over the bracelet on his wrist,noticing how it had changed into a soft silver color. He glanced over to Juleka, who only smiled as if egging him on.

“…Sass, scales slither”

In an instant, green light engulfed him, only fading until a few seconds after.

Once Luka regained his senses, he was dressed differently. His once blue highlights turned the same aqua green as the rest of the suit, minus the yellow highlights which adorned the suit but were mostly covered by the dark hood that obscured most of him before curling to the shape of a snake’s tail at the bottom.on his hip, attached to his belt, laid a Garrotte wire which Luka assumed to be his weapon.

“Sweet!”Juleka said”now we just need to find one more miraculous for Rose and we’ll be ready!”

She then sprinted out of the room, melody still a classical rock.

…

‘Are they gone?’

Luka jumped.

‘normally I wouldn’t pull a Ziggy like thisss but I prefer our conversationsss private’ the voice of Sass rang in his mind.

“What?”

‘It’sss another thing usss Kwami can do, however it’sss quite a hasssle to contact our holder while transssformes ssso mossst choossse to ssstay quiet’

“So you can talk to me like this…”

‘Yesss, though it’sss usssually ressserved for private mattersss, sssuch asss thisss’

“What is it that you can’t tell me out loud?”

‘It’sss about another Kwami, Nooroo isss hisss name’ Sass said ‘I will tell you one thing, Luka Couffaine, I do not care what your sister doesss to that Hawkmoth, the only thing I want to do isss make sure Nooroo isss sssafe.’

“Why are those related…?”

‘Becaussse Nooroo isss Hawkmoth’s Kwami.’

“And you want me to get him back?”

‘Of courssse. It’sss a deal on you and your sister’s part. You get to kill Hawkmoth, I get to see that Nooroo isss doing well, and Roaar getsss… well I sssuppose the Violence isss enough to keep her sssatisfied’

“What you’re saying is that the only reason that you’re helping us is because you want Nooroo?”

‘You’re sssmart for a Mortal. You were the right choice, after all. Also, in cassse you though of double crosssing usss. I mussst tell you that we are beingsss beyond comprehensssion. You are mortal. You will die.’

“Good to note.”

[casualclassical]

Piano Through The Ages: A Playlist, now with explorations

“Prelude in C Major” by Johann Sebastian Bach

I started with a Baroque piece because that was around the time where the direct forerunners to pianos - harpsichords and clavichords - were invented.

2. “Piano Sonata No. 16 in C Major” by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

For the second track, I chose a Classical piece by Mozart, who wrote over eighteen piano sonatas. "Piano Sonata No. 16", a piano learner's favorite, is often labeled facile or semplice.

3. “Impromptu No. 3 in G Flat Major” by Franz Schubert

Moving generally forward in chronological order, here we have a piece by Schubert, who composed with a style that was both Classical and Romantic.

4. “Für Elise” by Ludwig Van Beethoven

The great Beethoven revolutionized Western art music, moving it from Classicism to Romanticism. He wrote music for many instruments, including the still-developing piano.

5. “Nocturne No. 2 in E Flat Major” by Fryderyk Chopin

Chopin, an early Romantic, wrote music almost exclusively for the piano and popularized it as a musical instrument. His work is known for its beautiful melodies and inventive harmonies.

6. “Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 in C Sharp Minor” by Franz Liszt

Liszt, a contemporary of Chopin's, was renowned for his electrifying showmanship and dazzling piano concerts. This is arguably his most famous piece, almost all of which are difficult on a technical level.

7. “Arabesque No. 1” by Claude Debussy

This is a piece characteristic of Impressionism, a movement that began in France at the twilight of the Romantic era. While Romanticism was overwrought, Impressionism favored simplicity.

8. “Prélude in C Sharp Minor” by Sergei Rachmaninoff

As the Romantic era ended and the 20th century began, composers of Western art music turned to multiculturalism and innovation while largely rejecting the traditions of their Romantic forebears.

9. “The Entertainer” by Scott Joplin

The end of the Romantic era in Europe coincided with a period of musical exploration across the Atlantic, in the United States. "The Entertainer" is an example of ragtime, a favorite genre of the time.

10. “I Got Rhythm” by George Gershwin

With the 20th century in full swing, the United States produced a new musical genre: jazz. It originated from African-American musical traditions and is characterized by colorful chords and rhythms.

11. “The Name of Life” by Joe Hisaishi

As new musical genres arrived rapidly onto the scene throughout the 20th century, the piano found use in almost all of them. "The Name of Life" uses the solo piano in soundtrack and theme music.

12. “River Flows in You” by Yiruma

The piano continues to be a popular instrument today, with Yiruma's "River Flows in You" being an example of a New Age genre solo piano track of the 21st century.

[riffingtheverse]

99pi had an episode of their podcast about it!

So several years ago I was in Taiwan with my betrothed and two of our other friends, one of whom was Taiwanese. One morning we had the bewildering experience of waking up to Beethoven’s Für Elise blaring through the misty morning streets.

We sat up in utter perplexity. We went to a window and watched people trailing after a garbage truck, chucking their trash bags at it while it slowly drove down the street, speakers pumping out orchestral music.

Three of us gathered at the window staring in rapt fascination and the one native friend was like. “Guys, it’s just the garbage truck song.”

Years later I can’t hear it without thinking of the garbage trucks.

So when I was working on Kilonova in our team space with twenty some people and heard Für Elise playing briefly my head popped up and I said, “Oh! The garbage truck song!”

I planned to explain but one of my teammates heads also shot up and said, “Yes!! The garbage truck song!!” I’d forgotten she was Taiwanese and we were both suddenly bonded in our mutual joy of knowing the garbage truck song together.

We then realized the rest of the team was just staring at us like ????

[amightymouse]

Upon Hearing Für Elise - Reimagined

clichéd melody re-born, re-birthed, like sunrise on a brand-new day

[hunting-songs]

🎼 - What is your muse's comfort song?

Asking Senritsu to play favorites with music is like putting a gun to her chest and pulling the trigger. She has no favorite song, however there are certaine songs that are definitive connected to for her very important melodies:

"Für Elise" was the song with which Ask had teached her to read musicnotes as until she had started to study at the musicconsortium Senritsu had strictly learned every song by ear with her naturally keen hearing and talent for music. She was able (and still is) to play every melody perfectly she had heard once (which, considering she had listened to the Sonata of Darkness, is a problem and curse in itself). Due to her dyslexia and the with it connected anxiety Senritsu had very early gave up on the online-seminars of the school-colloquim she had to learn so she therefor never learned reading musicnotes and what their place on the lines meant. Ask was the first person who actively sat down with her and they would use "Für Elise" to learn the musicnotes, first with the easily played first apart of the musicpiece and than with the second part that famously turns suddenly madly hard to play. It is the reason why Ask and Senritsu shared a tattoo (she on her left forearm and Ask on his right forearm) which consisted of the first page of "Für Elise" tattooes wrapping around their forearms. Hours upon hours, upon hours they would repeat the song, write the notes, read the notes until Senritsu had learned every tune of the song and how it was connected to the written down musicnote by heart. It is not the right way to learn to read as she simply learned by heart the tunes and frequences but from this she was able to translate what she could read of that musicpiece unto other musicpieces.

Naturally their friendship- tattoo had been eaten up by the cursemarks. Yet nowdays Senritsu would always play Für Elise when she is asked to play a song on the piano, even if the song feels heavy for her.

[spela-melodier]

Fem klassiska melodier

I denna video kan du lära dig att spela:

Ode to Joy ("Januari", av Beethoven)

Eine kleine nachtmusik (av Mozart)

Für Elise (av Beethoven)

Våren (av Vivaldi)

Radetzky March (av Strauss)

[captain-kit-adventuress]

I wanted to add some info about the ones with question marks. And maybe some fun facts about others.

"Surprise" Symphony - This is probably very apocryphal, but supposedly, Haydn wrote it the way he did because he was fed up with people falling asleep in his concerts. Which I get, because his music, to me, is boring AF. What's fun is to hear how very clearly he influenced Beethoven, who was his student. It's like Beethoven took the best of Haydn and put it into his own work and made something totally fantastic out of it.

That Chopin Nocturne™ (Op. 9 No. 2) - I will die a happy woman if I never, ever have to hear this nocturne again. There are so many better ones that deserve the love this one gets. Sigh. Seek out the posthumous Nocturne in E Minor, Op. 72, No. 1. SO much better.

Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring - This is a wonderful song, but it should never be played on an acoustic guitar–though it often is. You hear it a lot at weddings (before the ceremony starts) and it's a peaceful sort of thing that people can enjoy whilst they're waiting. Go with Sheep May Safely Graze instead. In fact, that's just good life advice.

Funeral March - Honestly, this one's pretty self-explanatory. You'll hear it a lot in cartoons if someone's about to die. It's actually quite haunting, and lovely if done well. Chopin tends to capture sadness better than most.

The Next Six Songs - Pretty sure each of these has appeared at least once in a cartoon starring Bugs Bunny. Also, seek out Elgar that isn't Pomp and Circumstance. He wrote some really cool stuff, like The Enigma Variations.

Für Elise - This one drives me batty because all people know is the first repeated notes. (Hmm, sounds like not one, not two, but at least three famous Beethoven pieces. Learn the whole thing, guys.) But it's actually pretty good, and has varying sections to it. I highly recommend listening to all of it.

Night on Bald Mountain - If you've seen the original Fantasia (1940), you've heard this piece.

The Fucik Piece (aka the 24 f guy) - I would love to see this guy in a head-to-head competition with Sousa (nicknamed The March King, because he wrote a shit-ton of marches), both for composition style and moustache-having. It'd be wild.

The Flower Duet - Also used lots of times over graphically horrifying things to add a sense of jarring whimsy.

The New World Symphony, 4th mvt especially, sometimes called "Largo" - I've heard a lot of classical music in my day, but honestly, there are very few pieces that can compete with it in my heart. Y'all think you know the main melody of this movement, but you don't. And I promise it doesn't hit as hard if you don't listen to the whole thing. The gorgeous, lush string part at the end needs the previous 8-10 minutes. It's the catharsis to the beginning's tumult. Imagine, if you will: it's been storming for weeks, maybe longer, and you've been stuck on a rickety wooden ship, tossed about by waves that crest the ship's sides and threaten to capsize everything. You've narrowly escaped death several times. And then, just as you think this was the most foolish voyage you've ever undertaken, you see land. You see the edge of the beach, and you can't quite hold down the rush of emotion from spotting a line of sand in the distance. It's not a trick, it really is what you've been dreaming of for months and nearly died to reach. The boat hoists anchor, and you're taken in a small rowboat to the shore. All you want to do is kiss the ground beneath your feet and thank all that is holy that you have survived. That's why you need the whole thing, not just the pretty melody at the end.

Ave Maria - There are lots of Ave Marias. This one is by Schubert, and one of my favourites. Another popular one is the arrangement by Gounod, set to Bach's Prelude No. 1 in C Major.

Canon in D - You mostly hear this at weddings and there's a million and one interpretations of it. If you don't like one, seek out another, I'm sure there's one out there for all. The TSO's version is really cool.

Adagio for Strings, Samuel Barber - I'm surprised this hasn't made any lists. It's most famously from Platoon (1986), but it's another one of those slow, sad songs that gets played over horrific scenes of violence. One of the best melancholy pieces of music ever written. Agnus Dei is the vocal version.

Sorry this got long, hope you enjoyed!

Classical Pieces You've Probably Heard but Might Not Remember the Name

William Tell Overture- Rossini (Most famous part at 8:45, but why not listen to the whole thing?) I’m adding hints, at least to the ones I recognized culturally. This one is “go, horsey, go!”

Also Sprach Zarathustra- Strauss Slow, dramatic entry scene, IN SPAAACE.

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik- Mozart People running out of a fancy wedding or something. Also known as DUN, dun DUN, dun DUN dun DUN dun DUUUUN.

Symphony 94, Mvt. 2 “Surprise Symphony”- Haydn ?

Toccata and Fugue in d Minor-Bach Halloween organ!

Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2- Chopin Picture a tiny old woman playing piano in a sunlit room with lots of flower vases, about the spill the tragic secrets of her past to some timid young visitor.

Rondo alla Turca- Mozart the babysitter from The Incredibles: “Time for some COGNITIVE ENRICHMENT!”

Sinfonie de Fanfares: Rondeau- Jean-Joseph Mouret Royalty is coming. Or someone is getting married. Or royalty is getting married. Also the PBS Masterpieces theme.

The Four Seasons: Spring- Vivaldi (I just linked to the whole thing because it’s great) Again, someone is getting married, but this one is strings instead and a lot less frumpy.

Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring- Bach That one that amateur guitarists love where the notes are all up and down but all the same length. Also used in movie weddings.

O Fortuna (from Carmina Burana)- Carl Orff SONG OF DOOM. Also song of “baby on fire!” in The Incredibles.

Funeral March- Chopin ?

Orpheus in the Underworld: Infernal Galop (A.K.A. Can Can)- Offenbach Well, “aka can-can” says it all.

Pomp and Circumstance (You probably graduated to this)- Elgar Oh yes, Baaaa dun dun dun duun duuuuun… Also if you were a bandie you had to play it for 3 years before graduating to it.

Gayane: Sabre Dance- Aram Khachaturian Comically hectic productivity, a circus clown juggling while standing on a ball, or perhaps a rapidly-approaching termite infestation. Could go any way, really.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Wedding March- Mendelssohn The song movies play right AFTER they both say “I do.”

Carmen: Les Toreadors- Bizet I can’t be the only one who remembers when ‘Hey Arnold’ did this. “Bullfights and swordfights, rolling in manuuure!”

The Ride of the Valkyries- Wagner Good song for a naval battle I guess? I can only think of the mini golf course I went to as a kid with the creepy castle on Hole 18 that played this.

Für Elise- Beethoven That one every amateur piano player loves to play because the beginning is just E and E-flat over and over. Also ballet and piano recital scenes in movies.

Dance of the Hours- Ponchielli Hello mudda, hello fadda, here I am at, Camp Granada…

Rigotello: La Donna e Mobile- Verdi More than a few sophisticated movie villains (or snobby good guys) have this playing on a Victrola. Also, tell me you don’t picture Pavaroti no matter who’s actually singing.

Night on Bald Mountain- Mussorgsky ?

Romeo and Juliet: Love Theme- Tchaikovsky More movie-love, usually building up to admitting they live each other.

Entry of the Gladiators- Julius Fucik I have one word for you: CIRCUS.

Lakmé: Flower Duet- Delibes OMG ALIAS. Nadia’s spy  backstory in Film Noir!

Peer Gynt: In the Hall of the Mountain King- Greig Mischievous Tiptoeing in Movies song. Also something growing out of control, slowly at first and then quickly, and (comically) exploding.

Rodeo: Hoedown- Copland The title says it all tbh.

Peer Gynt: Morning Mood- Greig Sunrise/waking up Movie Song du jour.

New World Symphony Mov. [2][4]- Dvorak Well now I’m thinking of “An American Tail” and I’m crying…

Ave Maria (You knew this, but did you know that it was by Schubert?) Nothing to add. I’m not a music snob, really, but if you didn’t know this, YOU SHOULD.

Canon in D- Pachelbel This is the one that the pretty Trans-Siberian Orchestra Christmas song comes from. :-)

Add others if you want! Have fun!

[hitogatarock]

Musicart Profiles (04)

Approaching the game's release in late June 2023, Takt op's official twitter account has periodically releasing the profiles or biodata for the currently released / playable Musicarts. This serves as part 4, and you can look for part 1 , part 2 , and part 3 of this post here too !

— important notes :

First person basis is a term on how to address yourself in first person, widely known in Japanese language has so many words to address yourself in first person such as Freischütz's boku (a more masculine or in this case it can be used as a gender-neutral pronoun). I have an explanation on each first person basis used here on a twitter thread !

the Musicarts' ages are still a grey area since they're human-like being but not a human at the same time. I speculated that it was the age when they were first awakened as a Musicart, or the age when their human host loses their conciousness and memory before awakened as a Musicart— similar to Anna's awakening as Destiny. (this is a subject to change)

I also had a compiled twitter thread of this too so go HERE for the thread!

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[thedhananjayaparkhe]

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Did you know… … that today is Für Elise Day? On this day in 1810, Ludwig van Beethoven composed Bagatelle No. 25, more commonly known as Für Elise. It is one of the German composer’s most popular works and most recognized melodies in the history of music. Trivia buffs: It was not published during his lifetime, only being discovered 40 years after his death! ~~~ Today’s Inspirational Quote: “If…

[writersfantacy]

A melody

Every day, I hear a melody that captivates me; the hands that bring it to life on the piano are truly mesmerizing. It conveys deep emotion, overwhelming me each time I listen. It seems as though the pianist wants to express various meanings. I long to see and meet him. Maybe one day, that opportunity will arise, and I might have the chance to meet this artist. 

- Elise

I penned this in my journal while awaiting the replay of his melody; ah, this unknown man has captured my heart. I said leaning against my desk. 

"Are you daydreaming again?" Theodore asked, sporting a foolish grin while leaning against the door frame. His mere presence was enough to infuriate me.

"No, I was just thinking. What do you want?" I asked, standing up straight.

"I'm going to London next week, so I was wondering if we could—" he began, scratching the back of his head, cheeks flushing with heat.

"No, I'm busy. Furthermore, you're really annoying," I said, heading straight for the shop.

He started following me. He never listens. I've rejected him quite a few times. The only person I'm interested in is that unknown pianist. He knows this, yet he remains persistent.

"Come on, Elise, I might not come back for a long while after this one. At least have an ice cream with me," he said, holding my hand and turning me to look into his eyes. One thing I hate about him is his eyes; they express so much emotion. Right now, I see hope in his eyes.

"Who wants you back?" I retorted, pouting and clutching my journal close.

"You do. You might deny it, but deep down, you'll miss me. Otherwise, you wouldn't send letters pleading for my return," he said with that boyish grin. It's true, I care about him, but love him? He's been with me since I was four, and since then, I've endured the pain of putting up with this man.

"Fine, just ice cream, but only because you insist so much. And don't take this as a sign of advancement. I still like the pianist. He has my heart," I said, twirling around, lost in thoughts of his new melody.

"Why do you like that man so much? You don't even know him. And what kind of man doesn't go to war but plays the piano all the time, even at midnight?" he asked, seemingly offended.

"Who said? Being able to play the piano is an art, a rare skill. It's another form of expression. It can convey so much without a single word. And I think it's attractive," I countered.

""Really?" he asked, looking quite astonished.

We strolled by the garden after enjoying some ice cream. I sensed he wouldn't just let me leave after the ice cream. I felt a tinge of sadness about his departure, but I kept that to myself.

"What's your favorite tune or song?" he inquired abruptly, turning to me.

"That's quite sudden. Well... I like 'Für Elise,'" I replied after pondering a bit.

"Hmm... You're boring. Don't you listen to any new songs? What kind of woman are you?" he teased, chuckling in an attempt to rile me up.

"You lack any appreciation for art, so please, spare me the nonsense," I retorted, playfully hitting his shoulder.

"Ouch, you hysterical woman. How have I managed to put up with you all these years?" he exclaimed dramatically, bursting into laughter.

I returned his pout, and after a while, he dropped me off at my house; it was quite late. Before going inside, I decided to bid him farewell, knowing I wouldn't see this crazy man for some time.

"Hey, don't die," I said, looking at him.

"Before marrying you? Nah," he replied with a grin. He's truly irritating.

"Who said I'd marry you? Don't be ridiculous."

As soon as I said that, he hugged me. Unexpectedly, tears welled up in my eyes.

"Okay, okay. Now go. I need to rest," I told him, cutting him off. I didn't want him to see me cry.

After Theodore left, I went upstairs to freshen up, hoping he would return safely. That thought consumed me.

I couldn't sleep well, insomnia creeping in. All I wanted was a melody, his melody.

Then I heard piano playing—a familiar tune, very close to my house. Surprised, I got up. It was "Für Elise." I ran outside in my nightgown, following the sound to the garden behind my house. What I saw left me stunned. I couldn't hold back any longer and started crying. There was Theodore, playing "Für Elise."

It had been him all along—the unknown man I had fallen for. It was always him. I felt wronged; why hadn't he told me? Yet, I was relieved it was him. I had hoped it would be. Tears were in his eyes as he finished the last note and stood up.

"Forgive me, Elise. I should've told you, but I didn't have the courage to break your heart by revealing it was me. I know you despise me, and if you had known, you would've despised me even more. But I couldn't keep it in any longer. I couldn't bear the thought of you loving someone else, even if it was secretly me," he said, unable to continue, looking down at the ground, ashamed.

I ran and hugged him. "Shut up, you idiot. I'm so happy it's you. I love you too."

[drgreggweidner]

Harmonious Journeys: Exploring Piano Styles from Classical to Jazz and Pop

The piano, a versatile and timeless instrument, has found its place in a wide array of musical styles throughout history. From the refined compositions of classical music to the rhythmic complexities of jazz and the catchy tunes of pop, the piano has adapted to suit various genres. In this article, we embark on a journey to explore the diverse piano styles, each with its unique characteristics and charm.

The Elegance of Classical Piano

Classical music, with its centuries-old tradition, holds a special place in the hearts of pianists and music enthusiasts. The piano has been an essential instrument in the world of classical music since its inception in the 18th century. This genre is defined by its intricate compositions, rich harmonies, and adherence to a precise musical notation system.

Notable Composers and Their Contributions

Ludwig van Beethoven: Beethoven's sonatas are a testament to the emotional depth and technical brilliance of classical piano. Pieces like the "Moonlight Sonata" and "Für Elise" are celebrated classics.

Johann Sebastian Bach: Bach's keyboard works, including the Goldberg Variations and The Well-Tempered Clavier, exhibit mathematical precision and a profound understanding of counterpoint.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Mozart's piano sonatas, like the "Piano Sonata No. 16 in C Major," epitomizes the elegance and grace of the classical era.

The classical piano style is characterized by its emphasis on form, structure, and adherence to musical conventions. Pianists in this style focus on perfecting their technique, mastering dynamics, and conveying the composer's intentions with precision.

The Improvisational Artistry of Jazz Piano

Jazz piano is a musical genre that thrives on improvisation and spontaneity. Rooted in the African-American community, jazz is known for its rich harmonic language, syncopated rhythms, and intricate melodies. Jazz pianists are often recognized for their extraordinary skill in improvisation, taking the audience on a musical journey with every performance.

Influential Jazz Pianists

Duke Ellington: Ellington's innovative compositions and piano playing, as showcased in pieces like "Take the 'A' Train," have left an indelible mark on jazz history.

Thelonious Monk: Known for his unique and eccentric style, Monk's compositions and performances, such as "Round Midnight," challenged the traditional jazz norms.

Herbie Hancock: A modern jazz legend, Hancock's work in albums like "Head Hunters" and "Maiden Voyage" exhibits his fusion of jazz with electronic elements.

Jazz piano is characterized by a complex harmony, frequent use of improvisation, and the incorporation of blues elements. Jazz pianists must have a strong understanding of scales, modes, and chords, enabling them to navigate the intricate harmonic landscape of the genre.

The Catchy Versatility of Pop Piano

Pop music is all about catchy melodies and relatable lyrics, and the piano plays a crucial role in creating these memorable tunes. Pop piano style is known for its simplicity and accessibility, making it a popular choice for budding pianists and songwriters.

Iconic Pop Pianists

Elton John: Elton John's vast repertoire includes classics like "Your Song," "Rocket Man," and "Tiny Dancer," characterized by their memorable piano melodies.

Billy Joel: Known for his storytelling through music, Joel's "Piano Man" and "New York State of Mind" are enduring pop classics.

Alicia Keys: With her powerful voice and piano skills, Alicia Keys has produced hits like "Fallin'" and "If I Ain't Got You."

Pop piano style focuses on melodic simplicity and the use of chords that provide a strong foundation for vocalists. Pianists in this genre often serve as both accompanists and composers, creating songs that resonate with a wide audience.

Bridging the Gap: Crossover Styles

While each piano style has its distinct features, there are crossover points where the genres blend, creating captivating and innovative music. These fusion styles combine elements from classical, jazz, and pop, resulting in a rich and diverse musical landscape.

Neo-Classical and Contemporary Classical

Neo-classical and contemporary classical music bring classical piano into the modern era. Pioneered by composers like Ludovico Einaudi and Yiruma, these styles retain the elegance of classical music while incorporating contemporary harmonies and a more emotive approach.

Jazz Fusion and Smooth Jazz

Jazz fusion combines the improvisational aspects of jazz with elements of rock and electronic music. Pianists like Chick Corea and Herbie Hancock have explored this style, creating exciting, high-energy compositions. On the other hand, smooth jazz offers a more mellow and accessible take on jazz, with artists like George Winston delivering soothing, melodic piano pieces.

Pop-Rock and Pop Ballads

The pop-rock style merges the catchy melodies of pop with the energy of rock, often featuring pianos prominently in bands like Coldplay and Keane. Meanwhile, pop ballads focus on emotional storytelling and are characterized by expressive piano accompaniments, as seen in Adele's "Someone Like You" and John Legend's "All of Me."

The piano's enduring popularity across classical, jazz, and pop music is a testament to its versatility and timeless appeal. Each of these piano styles offers a unique experience, from the refined elegance of classical compositions to the improvisational artistry of jazz and the catchy versatility of pop. While they may appear distinct, the lines between these genres often blur as musicians draw inspiration from multiple styles. Exploring these diverse piano styles can be a rewarding journey for both pianists and music enthusiasts, showcasing the instrument's ability to adapt and shine in various musical landscapes. Whether you prefer the intricate sonatas of Beethoven, the jazz improvisations of Thelonious Monk, or the pop melodies of Elton John, the piano continues to be a captivating and influential force in the world of music.

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Do you know the iconic song, Für Elise? Its haunting melody has captivated music lovers for centuries. But what grade level is this beautiful piece of music? Are you a beginner, intermediate, or advanced pianist who wants to learn how to play it? Let's dive into all the details about the Grade level of Für Elise and how challenging and rewarding it can be to master its timeless notes!   Overview of Für Elise and its composer, Ludwig van Beethoven   Have you ever heard the piano classic, Für Elise? It's a beautiful and catchy piece that has stood the test of time. Written by the renowned composer Ludwig van Beethoven, this timeless piece was first discovered after his death and has been adored ever since. Für Elise captures the playful essence of a spring day, with its light and airy melody. As for Beethoven, he is an icon in music history, known for revolutionizing classical music. Despite facing hardships such as deafness, Beethoven left an indelible mark on music and continues to inspire musicians to this day.   Explanation of piano grade levels and their difficulty   Have you ever wondered how professional piano players evaluate their skill level? The answer lies in the piano grade levels. These levels are used as a standard measure of a pianist's proficiency, with grades ranging from 1 to 8. Each grade level comes with a set of pieces and technical requirements that increase in difficulty as the pianist progresses. For example, Grade 1 covers basic skills such as playing scales, chords, and simple tunes, while Grade 8 includes complex pieces that test the player's technical ability, sight-reading, and musical interpretation skills. Achieving a higher grade level indicates a higher level of proficiency, but it requires dedication and years of practice. So if you're currently at a lower grade, don't be discouraged. Keep practicing and you'll be able to tackle those more difficult pieces in no time!   A detailed breakdown of the difficulty of each section in Für Elise   Have you ever tried to play Für Elise on the piano? If you have, you know it's not the easiest of pieces. But have you ever wondered which section is the hardest part? Let me break it down for you. The beginning might sound simple with its repetitive theme, but don't be fooled. The left hand has to maintain an even rhythm while the right-hand jumps around the keyboard. The middle section is where things get tricky. The fast and intricate melody is played solely by the right hand, while the left hand still has to maintain a steady beat. And finally, the ending - the most iconic part of the piece can be a challenge with its ascending and descending arpeggios. Overall, Für Elise is a beautiful piece, but don't underestimate its difficulty. With practice, though, even the hardest sections can be mastered.   Tips for learning the piece at different grade levels   Learning to play a new piece of music can be a daunting task, regardless of skill level. It's easy to get overwhelmed by complex rhythms, tricky finger patterns, and challenging techniques. However, there are a few tips and tricks that can help make the learning process more manageable. Whether you're a beginner or an advanced player, breaking the music down into smaller sections is a great place to start. Take the time to study each section individually before attempting to put it all together. Additionally, listening to recordings of the piece can provide invaluable insight into the overall sound and feel of the music. With a bit of patience and diligence, you'll be able to tackle even the most challenging pieces with confidence and skill.   Tips to help you master playing Für Elise regardless of your current skill level   So, you've set your mind on mastering Für Elise? Great choice! It's a beautiful piece of music that has captured the hearts of many. But where do you begin? Well, whether you're a total beginner or an intermediate player, there are a few tips that can help you along the way.

First, break the piece down into smaller sections and practice them one at a time. Focus on mastering the right and left hand separately before bringing them together. Second, practice slowly and deliberately. Speed will come with time, but accuracy is key. Lastly, don't be afraid to make mistakes. Embrace them as learning opportunities and keep pushing forward. With these tips, you'll be well on your way to playing Für Elise like a pro!   Examples from beginners to advanced players    When it comes to learning to play Für Elise on the piano, it's easy to feel intimidated by the task at hand. But the truth is, mastering this iconic piece is easier than you might think. From beginners to advanced players, there are plenty of examples out there to prove that anyone can learn and conquer it. With a bit of practice, dedication, and perhaps a little bit of guidance from a skilled instructor or online tutorial, you'll be playing Für Elise with confidence and skill in no time. Don't let fear hold you back from attempting this staple of classical music you might be surprised by just how much you're capable of achieving.   Conclusion:   Für Elise is often seen as an intimidating piece for beginners, but with practice and proper instruction, anyone can master it! As discussed, the complexity of the piece is judged primarily by its grade level. At any level  whether you’re a beginner or a more experienced player being adequately prepared for Für Elise is key. You should learn the fundamentals before tackling this timeless classic. Even though this will take more time, it will be a worthwhile endeavor in terms of your overall advancement as a musician. As Beethoven himself once said “Music should strike fire from the heart of man and bring tears from the eyes of woman” so don’t be afraid to go on that journey to enrich your musical experience with Für Elise!   FAQS: Q: How long does it take to learn Für Elise? A: It depends on the skill level and experience of the musician. For those with some previous piano playing experience, learning Für Elise could take anywhere from a few days to a few weeks or more. For absolute beginners, mastering this iconic piece could take several months, depending on their dedication to practice and instruction. Q: What should I know before attempting Für Elise? A: Before starting to learn Für Elise, it’s important to have a basic understanding of musical theory as well as some knowledge of piano techniques. It is also helpful to comprehend the significance of dynamics in music, so you can get the most out of playing the piece. Lastly, it's essential to have a solid grasp of sight-reading and fingering techniques before attempting Für Elise. Q: What is the hardest part of learning Für Elise? A: The most challenging part of playing Für Elise can be navigating all the tempo changes. It’s important to have a good sense of rhythm and understanding of musical phrasing. Additionally, mastering the arpeggios can be tricky as they require careful precision and control. With patience and practice, however, even these difficult sections will eventually become second nature! Q: What tips do you have for learning Für Elise quickly? A: To master this piece more quickly, focus on sectional practice. Break the piece up into smaller sections and work to perfect each part before moving on to the next one. Additionally, employing finger exercises such as scales and arpeggios can help you build your technique and improve your overall skill level.