A Bevy Of Sixty-Fourth Notes

@"King"

Argya walked through the school, humming one of her newest songs with a smile, when a familiar sound reached her ears, the sound of an electric guitar being played with true emotions and, she had to admit it, great talent.

Almost involuntarily her feet started to carry her towards the sound, walking through empty halls, many of which she never had explored before…geez, this academy was bigger than it looked like.

After some turns and twists, she reached the room from where the sound was born. Careful enough to be silent and discreet, not wanting to interrupt the one inside, she opened the door, her eyes soon landing on the boy with his guitar.

She smiled and listened, careful to not make her presence being known just yet, the last thing she wanted was to spoil what appeared to be quite a unique moment of raw inspiration and joy. She, more than anyone else, knew how easily one could lose those two things if interrupted mid-song, and how hard was to get them back, if not impossible.

She waited patiently until he was done with his song and the sound of the guitar died out to fully open the door and step inside, clapping her hands with a smile “You are amazing with the guitar, you know that?”