Ladybug Musical Novels & Stories

"I don't want to hear your excuse . You are the butler , so you should know where your master is at this late hour . It seems you really are getting ahead of yourself . " "I'm sorry master . I will do my best ." After an hour or two Harren came to a stop in front of the garden , completely worn out by the fruitless search all over the mansion . He started to think the worse when he suddenly picked up a sound from the garden . It sounded like a song , but who would be singing with this kind of voice . The song was coming from the back of the garden . The voice wasn't particularly harsh but something in the voice sounded off . Like the one singing is filled with rage and hatred . If you listen

It's kind of sloppy as the etchings were created with a paring knife. I quickly closed the door as I saw nothing interesting inside. I looked around to find something useful and found a music box lying on the table. I grabbed it and felt a lingering urge to touch it. Then slowly I played it, rolling the racket lever around. A very familiar tune played vibrantly around the room. The sound was sophisticated and good to the ear that I cannot help but form a smile on my face. ~Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, your house is on fire and your children are gone, All except one, And her name is Anne, 'cuz she hid under the baking pan~

In the middle of our musical din - gabangs/gongs do tend to be very loud in closed quarters and since none of the rooms were open, our echoes really reverberated - a small white-winged butterfly came out from nowhere. There were no rooms open at that time and we were on the second floor but it moved towards us and started fluttering above our heads. Everybody kept playing but we were definitely distracted as that tiny ivory butterfly landed on our instruments, one at a time. When it landed on my gabang (ethnic gong), I couldn’t help but open my hand and say, “Dito ka pumunta sa kamay ko…” (Here, land on my hand). And yes, it flew straight up to me and settled on my open palm.

So I put on my earphones and hit play on my iPod. But of course, the songs that came on only reminded me of her. Every lyric seemed to echo the feelings I couldn’t shake. "Butterfly" by Crazy Town played, and I was done for. Come my lady, come, come my lady, you're my butterfly, sugar baby...

I loved staring at her when she was completely in her element, with no other worry on her mind. "When did you come?" She stopped when she noticed me. "Just now," I said. "Keep playing. I like it." "You do?" she asked and then proceeded to sit beside me. "It is a classical take on 'The Way You Make Me Feel.' Nora will be the lead guitarist on this and we have hired a drummer too. Luigi said if I don't mess it up, I will get to lead in our next performance in the Walter's charity gala." "That's great," I said, taking off her hair clip. Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, encourage me to take a deep inhale. "You weren't in the meeting today."