"Well, your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah."
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He smiled. "So, are you him? This Angel that's supposed to guide me?"
He smiled as well, and nodded. "Sanae Hanekoma, at your service." He spoke, bowing and letting his wings withdraw.
"Wait." The Composer stepped forward, and Hanekoma raised an eyebrow as he straightened. "I rather like those wings. Bring them back out."
"As you wish."
The wings unfolded from his back and the Composer reached over, letting his fingers brush the delicate white feathers. Hanekoma straightened a little, unused to anyone touching his wings.
"So, are these fragile?"
"I suppose so. Though I hope I won't find out."
"Hmm." The Composer withdrew his hand. "I hope so as well. It would be quite the shame for them to be broken."
He withdrew his wings again. "Is that all?"
"Yes, that's all. You may go, I suppose."
Hanekoma smiled slightly. "I feel you'll be a good Composer. I'll be quite happy to see how you affect Shibuya."
He smiled. "We shall see."
