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Danica suspects it has never been used. She is drying the last plate when the music begins. She stops, recognizing the melody immediately. It’s from the manuscript she’s seen so many times on his piano, but the melody goes further than she’s read, the notes soft and sad, falling in mournful blues and grays around her. This she has to see.

“Bluey!! You finally came. For a second I thought you abandoned me and left me to rot here. Can you imagine Amanda even came here to tell me you wouldn't come and that Isabel wasn't my child, such nonsense”. Mr gold chuckled weakly. Bluey stood tall with her shiny blue dress and dark shades to hide all the evil behind her eyes. It seems blue was her favorite color just like her name. Isabel stood just beside her mother, her face nonchalant and calm.

“Glad that I threatened you that night. I love you, Blue Iris.” *** The End

When Latton saw her, she gestured for her to join them. Thalia walked towards them. Albert simply ignored her presence, as he didn't want to ruin the moment he had with his daughter. "Is it okay for you to play the piano given that your right hand is still injured," she asks. Latton nods. "I'm only using my left hand and Dad is helping me to make sure we hit the right piece." Thalia smiled. "Mom, why don't you sing for us?" Latton asks softly. Shortly after, Latton slowly transitions the piano melody from the classical piece of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Sonata No. 16 to Bizarre Love Triangle by Frente.

The melody is called Moondance from the Nightwish rock band. ‘Wow, she could play.’ ‘Remarkable. I hope to play the piano like that…masterpiece.’ Natasha heard an amazed murmuring voice from two young kids peaking over the opened door of the music room. It was adorable to her hearing and she really wanted to do something for them. “What to play next?” Natasha asked herself when she finished playing the melody yet her fingertips were still moving against the keys of the piano. “How about At the Corner of Your Eyes by A*Teens?” Sandy suddenly appeared beside her. Natasha glared at her before slapping her arms from surprising her again.

“Come in.” She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes taking in the modern yet elegant decor of the office. It was a testament to Asher Kingsley’s refined taste—clean lines, luxurious materials, and an expansive view of New York’s skyline. Asher himself was seated behind a minimalist desk, engrossed in a stack of blueprints. His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish.

Heat flooded her face, but she stood still. “Nice tits, Myr,” Trey said around his cherry sucker. His gaze moved from her bare breasts to the string of notes written above and below a single line. “There’s no staff, Brian. What in the hell am I looking at?” Brian pointed to the start of the line, near Myrna’s right shoulder. “Middle C. The first chord.” Brian showed Trey his fingering and struck the strings with his pick. Trey moved his hand along his guitar strings, glanced back at the score on Myrna’s skin and nodded. “Okay. I see. Harmony or concert?”