Red's eyes snapped open. She smiled and leapt out of bed, regardless of how dim the turquoise sky of Cloudbank was. She landed into her chair with a superfluous spin and pulled up sheets of paper as her creative muse began enthusiastically singing into her ears.
"When you speak, I hear silence..." She crooned under her breath, recalling the oddest dream she had just had. Her boyfriend was speaking to her, words that went against the grains of Cloudbank's ways as always, but she couldn't actually hear his voice anymore, "Every word a defiance..."
She hummed along a few more notes as she jotted down the pitches and lyrics. Her muse started slipping away as she recalled the feeling of fleeing in utter terror in the dream, "Think I'll go, where it suits me..." She paused; she never ever meant controversy with her songs, but... "Moving out, to the country... With everyone, oh everyone..."
Her voice was hushed, "before we all become one." She smiled, yes this song was gonna be a good one. She adjusted a few pitches, humming and experimenting, lost in her own little world of music theory and tweaking.
"Whatcha working on, Red?"
Red's expression became much more coy, "Things." Her boyfriend settled into the chair next to her and began reading the inklings of her next big hit as he handed her a cup of coffee. He nodded as he tapped out the time signature and hummed along. Red giggled, "You're a little off."
He smiled back at Red as she nonchalantly sipped her coffee, "Well at least you aren't stuck with someone tone deaf." He set down the paper and held her hand, "It's great, Red, for something you came up with this morning."
She smiled and pecked his cheek with her coffee stained lips, "You're my favorite little critic."
He stood and began shuffling around the apartment, "Now don't forget, you gotta get to the Empty Set for your gig tonight."
Red leaned back in her chair with an affectionate roll of her eyes, "That's hours away, Cyan."
"Well hours away or not you should be ready to sing long before then, and I need to be ready to protect you." He insisted with a smile. It faded soon after he pulled up a news screen, "Besides, you know Sibyl's insisted on showing up to all your events-"
"Sibyl isn't a bad person." Red sighed for the umpteenth time, "She's just a very enthusiastic fan."
"Mmhm." Cyan ate some honey and oat flatbread, a breakfast meal courtesy of Junction Jan's, "And that's what they said about that for someone else before they went missing, and then there's the rumors of robots popping up in darker corners of the city."
Red sighed and walked over to snuggle in Cyan's lap, "Well, I have you. It'll all work out fine."
TRANSISTOR IS HURT AND HEARTBREAK MASKED WITH BEAUTIFUL MUSIC AND GRAPHICS AND (shrieks of agony)
