#i wish the bow had a tightening screw but we use our imagination hehei

[elderwisp]

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Icarus: What are you auditioning for anyways?

Frances: An internship. Don’t worry though, it shouldn’t interfere with work.

Icarus: That’s great news!

Frances: I haven’t landed it yet.

Icarus: Still, that’s exciting. Are you graduating this year?

Frances: I can confidently say yes all thanks to you. I’m gonna pay you back, I haven’t forgotten. 

Icarus: Ah, don’t worry too much about that. I would much rather you focus on your future.

Frances: [ chimes ] Moddddd-est. 

Icarus: Oh my god. 

Frances: You ready?

Icarus: Mhm.

[ As soon as the bow glides across the string, a sharp vibration pierces the room. This sound is much less kinder than the last. Instead, the shrill produced from the instrument are reminiscent of an anxiety-ridden mind. ]

Frances: What do you think?

Icarus: Well… I certainly felt something.

Frances: It was bad wasn’t it? Fuuuck. No! 

Icarus: Wait! Sorry! It wasn’t bad. I think you could hear the nerves. If that was what you wanted then great!

Frances: Icarus that’s horrible! That’s not what I want them to hear!

Icarus: I mean, life imitates art, right? Is there something going on? 

Frances: Yes. It always feels like there’s something going on though. 

Icarus: And that’s fine, everyone is going through something. Myself included.

Frances: [ scoffs ] Yeah right!

Icarus: What do you mean by that?