Nino Lahiffe is such a great character! This week is just right for him!
So I decided to participate. Let's see where that goes :D
Nino stared at Alya in surprise, lifting his eyebrows.
"You're serious?"
She shrugged, causing him to lift his eyebrows even higher.
"Well, yeah! That would be so cool, imagine your music as a kinda-… Theme song for the Ladyblog? I think it's a cool idea."
He chuckled, entertained by her idea but not really convinced yet. Creating a theme song for the heroes of Paris? Intriguing, yeah, but should he really try? Maybe they didn't like it! Or maybe he couldn't even get up with something. And everyone would watch it since the half of Paris followed the Ladyblog. And it would also mean he could probably impress Alya a little if he did a good job?
He crossed his arms, flashing a grin.
"Alright, I'll do it.", he finally prompted, his breath hitching at his stupid, stupid love-struck heart that decided for him when her face lit up. She quickly hugged him and squealed, oblivious to the blush creeping up into his cheeks.
"Yes! Let me know when you're done, DJ, I'll make sure to upload it then!"
He nodded, a dreamy smile on his lips and a soft sigh escaping his mouth as she already turned waving him goodbye. He waved back and turned, still on a high from her hug.
The touch of her soft arms tickled on his neck and the feel of her cheek against his lingered for a few more minutes. And just when her hug was just a memory, he knew he was screwed.
Now the song had to be perfect.
Still. Nothing.
Nothing.
He groaned as he let his head fall on his desk once again, his useless brain hurting from trying melodies and composing useless tunes all day. He groaned another time before resting his chin on the surface of his desk, blinking up to his way too bright screen.
Please just let something come up that's even remotely an idea! Normally he didn't have any problems finding new melodies, they just shot into his head and he whistled them until he could either record them or directly write them down to experiment with instruments and basslines.
But now? Nothing! Nothing, not even a little hint of a melody. Not even a single note he could begin with.
Wow, way to leave me hanging, brain, he thought, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. His mouse mocked him, his screen laughed at him and his opened but empty music program seemed to shake its head at his uselessness.
He finally straightened up again, swiveling in his desk chair around, only to come to a halt on his piano. He hadn't played in ages, he suddenly realized. Searching for inspiration here could only help, huh?
He flipped open the lid and smiled at the familiar feeling of the keys beneath his fingers. He never really learned playing the piano like Adrien did but had always used it to record melodies, to try things out and it had always worked, even without a teacher or piano lessons. Granted, he couldn't play real plays, neither classical nor newer songs but he had never needed it. A piano as a support for his music projects that he usually did on his mixing table and computer had always been great.
He experimentally pushed down a key, silently challenging himself to use this as the first note in his song. Another note followed. No, that was not it. He shouldn't go even higher. This note was already high enough. Maybe lower? He pushed another key, cringing at the disharmony he created. Okay, for real now…
After roughly two hours of experimenting and even more frustration but also moments of success and the long-awaited muse to come to him he had a rough idea of the melody. One brief glance to the clock told him it would be a long night, since it was already shortly before midnight and he wouldn't be able to stop until he at least had a bassline and a few harmonizing background melodies.
A few days later, the fully edited video with theme song had been uploaded on the Ladyblog. He and Alya had celebrated with coke and pizza, had watched the views go up and he had even received a kiss on the cheek when the official username of Ladybug herself had liked and reblogged the video, tagging it with #amazing, Chat Noir's username following her example right away with a #thank you guys.
Now, Nino laid sprawled on his bed, grinning up to the ceiling. The video was skyrocketing and he had thousands of downloads on his website. A club he had performed in before had already sent him a mail, asking for him to perform again. The day had been great.
But it was just about to get even greater as someone knocked on his window, here to congratulate him for Alya's and his success.
