"What's your name?'
"Angel"
Movement one
She had always hated her name. Her parents, in their forties when she was born named her in their joy. She endured savage teasing for the rest of her school days. Though she begged and pleaded with her family to let her change names, home school her, anything. They refused. Desperate she turned to the one thing that could give her peace.
Music.
He never took his shirt off even in summer. The multitude of scars which criss crossed his back were never seen by anyone even his fellow DEA officers. The harsh beatings of his mother never left their intended mark. Viola did not break her son because he found music.
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Movement 2
The man in front of Angel was bobbing his head up and down in a very odd way. She looked for a moment wondering if he had headphones on. But why would he? In the middle of the day?
She reached out hesitated, then making up her mind, tapped his shoulder.
The man turned his head and her gaze was met by the most beautiful pair of eyes she'd ever seen. They were so blue that for half a second she simply lost herself in them.
"umm" what are you listening too?"
He smiled. He smile was brilliant, childlike. "hello. the magic flute"
He wasn't wearing headphones.
Then it's all in his head? Angel had been a singer for years and had never met anyone with an ability to actually hear music in their heads. It was impossible. She felt like giving him a piece of paper and making him prove it. But of course she had no paper to hand.