It wasn't really like Bonnibel to be nervous. She had practised this piece countless times beforehand, and had performed for more important, more judgemental audiences. "Really? A music display for schools across Pendleton Borough." A way to show off the county's talent in their youth. She couldn't find the attempt more deplorable. Which was probably why Bonnibel was considered a star here. Her skill in comparison to most artists here was how some might describe way off the charts. So why was she nervous? Unlike her previous performances someone rather important would be attending. Someone who could determine if her entire piano career was a pass or fail. Indeed, that person was her mother. Feeling the sweat on her palms, she wiped her hands with a handkerchief her Butler passed to her. "Thank you, Pepe." At least she had some support in the form of her butler Pepe, even if he was paid to do so. But Bonnibel was fine. She had practiced countless of times, and she would follow all the techniques to the T. Now we introduce a special performer. Last year she competed in the national piano showcase and won, this year she performs for us all, Bonnibel Bassetts. "That's my cue."

"Good luck Princess! Not that you need it!" Pepe shouts unheard by all but Bonnibel.

Marceline was lost. Not like a lost in the middle of Pendleton Borough School Music Display and needed a map to get out. She had lost her band. They could be going on any minute now. She sighed at her lack of signal. "Might as well just try to make it to the stage, and hopefully there'll be a way to the back." After several long minutes of following crowds and badly drawn out signs she made it. Unfortunately, she was stuck in the middle of a crowd, in the middle of a performance! And as much as she'd love to ask someone for directions they were too busy entranced, with their mouths hanging ajar at whoever was playing. A girl, with blonde? ginger? hair. Marceline wasn't sure. But the more she became curious about the girl, the more she started listening, and wow. Yes, she was playing a complicated piece, and yes it did sound nice, but there was something off about it. To any trained ear, you could easily hear her consistency at timing, and her easy smooth transitions between strong, and intense parts of the piece, and the gentle and soft but to Marceline it wasn't right. The whole piece sounded planned, Yes, it was well executed but it just sounded so... stiff. Like there was no emotion in her piece at all. Marceline could feel it. And as much as she wanted to fix it, Marceline really didn't know this girl. Suddenly, a text came through from

Keila: We're on at 6:50. Luckily, for Marceline it was 6:30. She unlocked her phone to reply only to discover she had lost signal again.

"For fucks sake." All she had to do was make it back stage. "Excuse me coming through." She really didn't understand why everyone had to stand so close together. "It's a school county display not some rap concert." If Marceline had another person stand in her way and refuse to move, she would've gladly turned it into a fist fight. Luckily for them she found her way backstage before her patience ran dry. 6:35, the time on her phone read. She was backstage and early. "Now to wonder about and hope they find me." And that was the plan, till she saw the cutest girl she had ever seen. And my god, she even had bangs. Such a plain and nerdy hairstyle somehow looked majestic. "Maybe getting lost was a good thing after all."

"Excuse me? Are you talking to me?"

"Uh, sorry I was just talking to myself." Marceline cursed herself internally, she hadn't even met the girl and her first meeting could've very nearly turned sour. "I'm lost. I'm just looking for my band now."

"Oh, right my bad, I'd try and help you, but I just finished performing. "

"Oh, that was you, that's quite an impressive piece. Do you perform often?"

"Yeah sometimes," Bonnibel took a small pause to take in this new random girl's appearance. How she was able to wear a grey tank top in this weather amazed Bonnibel. Her hair was, wild to say the least, and she had knee high red boots. A major contrast to Bonnibel's prim and proper appearance. This girl looked like she was going to a rock concert. Suddenly realising how uncomfortable the girl looked standing there she promptly replied, "how about you?"

"Yeah quite frequently actually, but it's good fun."

"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch you name."

"It's Marceline, yours?" A moment did pass before Bonnibel had realised that Marceline did not know her name, a huge miscalculation on Bonnibel's part.

"You don't know my name?"

"Err, no sorry. Am I supposed to?"

"No not at all, it's just a first. everyone I've talked to here just knows my name which is kinda awkward, so this is nice."

"Need a break from all that fame?" Marceline chuckled at her own joke which Bonnibel wasn't quite sure she understood. "No, I totally get you, it's not nice if you let all the fame stress you out, sometimes it's just nice to play for fun and have people really listen to your music."

"Y-yeah?" Bonnibel wasn't really sure what to think, this random girl in a grey tank top, black hair, and a leather jacket tied round her hips has her engaged in a conversation about performing for fun. Something Bonnibel hasn't really done, ever.

"That actually got me wondering, what's your playing style like?"

"My playing style?"

"Like what type of music do you play and how do you feel it." Marceline watched as Bonnibel's face scrunched up, quickly she added "I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but the song just sounded really technical. " Bonnie then remembers there's a piano in one of the rooms she practised in nearby.

"I could play for you?" She asked softly. Marceline, almost hearing the nervousness in her voice agrees. Marceline quickly glanced at her phone, 6:38.

"Yeah sure, that would be sweet."

Bonnibel Bassetts never thought she'd be taking a random girl she'd only be talking to for a few minutes to a secluded room somewhere without telling someone to play piano for her. For all she knew this "Marceline" could be a murderer. But the chances of that occurring were unlikely, and if anything did happen she could use the pepper spray in her pocket. The room was barer than Bonnibel thought it was. There was only the black piano stuck awkwardly in the middle of the room, and a dim light hanging from the ceiling. Bonnibel sat down, outstretched her fingers, then exhaled. Just like every performance she had practiced this piece a thousand times before, and now all she was depending on was muscle memory. Marceline leaned over the piano, listening intently, trying to feel the music and she did try really, but the struggle was too much for her to bare. Eventually, she realised that this (lack of a better word) stiff sound was maybe what Bonnibel grew up with.

"Yeah, you are playing kind of stiff."

"Excuse me?" Never in her sixteen years of age had Bonnibel Bassetts been so offended. "Stiff?"

"Yeah like, you're not really playing with that inner passion." Inner passion? Bonnibel almost scoffed at the idea.

"Well how would you play it?" Bonnibel felt a pair of arms around her. Her heart almost jumped at the shock. After all this stranger, Marceline, was in such a proximity, if she wanted to kidnap or kill Bonnibel she could. Then again, it was Bonnibel's fault for leading her into this secluded room, where there's only the two of them. Her heartbeat had been racing for a while and Bonnibel struggled to hear anything else over it.

"Okay, I think I have it. It sounded a little something like this right?" What next reached Bonnibel's ears shocked her. Marceline was playing almost flawlessly the refrain from her piece.

"And you've only heard it twice," Bonnibel whispered softly under her breath. But the way she played it, it sounded like the piece had a mind of its own. But it didn't sound anything like the original, this was Marceline's version. It's beautiful. Bonnibel turned her head, Marceline's eyes were closed, as if she had floated into her own world somewhere; Bonnibel could feel it. It was only then that Marceline's eyes opened, and she gazed into Bonnibel's. Marceline's face slowly turned into a grin, Bonnibel's heart beat somehow sped up, harder and louder. Then that's when Bonnibel heard something she hadn't before. But it matched the song, almost like it belonged there.

"Sorry I don't really know the rest so I'm improvising."

"N-no, it's good." Marceline didn't think the grin on her face could get bigger. Like that Bonnibel listened to Marceline, completely enthralled, and both enjoyed the moment till an abrupt bzzt bzzt from Marceline's phone interrupted them. Marceline suddenly remembering what brought her back stage.

"Oh shit, I'm performing now, I've got to go!" Marceline rushes off. Bonnibel not wanting to lose this girl tries to chase after her but is caught by her butler, Pepe.

"Princess where have you been? Your mother is waiting for you!"

"Please Pepe, I need to listen to her perform, Mother can wait." Butler Pepe, never really seeing this longing in Bonnibel's eyes, gives in.

"Fine. But straight after you go to your Mother."

"Thank you so much Pepe!"

Bonnibel finds herself in-between a wall and a crowd of adults. Now we have Marceline and the Scream Queens! There Marceline was! Bonnibel couldn't believe her ears, from the loud booming of the drums, to the way they swung their hair to each beat. There was so much movement and jumping. Even part of the crowd had joined in, to Bonnibel's disbelief. To Bonnibel's surprise Marceline wasn't on a piano, or anything of the sort. In fact, she was swinging a bass guitar in a fever. It was just so intense, where did this energy come from? And she sang too!

"Bonnibel where have you been?" It was her mother. "You make me wait because of this appalling music? It's terrifying. Look at the way these people are jumping up and down." Her mother looks down at her, noticing Bonnibel's stare is fixed intently on the band. "Don't tell me you enjoy this type of style?" She spits her words, like a venom.

"It's quite distasteful." But the music was growing on Bonnibel. And the more she listened, the more she focused on Marceline, the more she became entranced.

Hello, I'm thatbritishkidd, so this is going to be set in an english type area. So Pendleton Borough is the county this story is set in.

Please leave a review so I know if I'm doing some good here.