Here's the next chapter, kinda short and it is all in Trucy's view :D

I tensed. What was she doing here? Klavier looked extremely happy that she had came. The way he smiled at her, I couldn't look. So I turned my back on them and fiddled with a big black box that was used for stage equipment.

"Sorry to interrupt, I mean, I really don't want to be here and all, I would much rather be on a case now-"

"Maybe you could just tell me what is wrong, Fraulien?"

I heard the rustle of a snack packet, then the munching of snackaroos.

"Well, *MUNCH* there was trouble before.*MUNCH* Some kids were trying to *MUNCH* get on stage, *MUNCH* so I put them in *MUNCH* your dressing room. *MUNCH**MUNCH" There was another rustle and I presumed she was putting the snackaroos away. I could have checked, but that might have hurt more than not knowing.

She sighed and continued. "I went out to ask the district why I wasn't investing a case, why I was stuck here doing security for a glimmerous fop. When I came back, they had erm... left with your red guitar."

Hearing this, I turned around to see how Klavier would react. Would he be furious? Who was I kidding, he was talking to his special detective, Ema Skye. He just carried on smiling at her, even though I knew that guitar cost him a lot of money. It was a specially made, red badger guitar and cost three times the amount of four of my magic shows!

"Well, Fraulien, good job I have the best detective to go and retrieve it for me."
Ema blushed and I noted how softly Klavier spoke to her.

Ema nodded and headed off to the dressing room.

I had turned back to the wall. I didn't want my mascara to run. My daddy had hesitantly bought it for my birthday and I didn't want to look an idiot when I came back in with it down my cheeks.

I fiddled with the box again, when he approached.

"Fraulien Trucy, why are you fiddling with the box?"
I spun round to face him, confident that I would be fine.

"I was looking at it and it made me think about my next show and what magic tricks I would perform."

Klavier frowned. "Why have you got mascara on your cheek?" He sounded worried, or maybe that's what my brain wanted him to feel.

I started to laugh, a little too hysterically, and used this to distract him while I thought of a good response.

"Well, the dust from the box, it made my eyes water..." But when I looked up, he wasn't paying any attention.

I followed his line of vision and saw Ema walking towards us, the guitar in her hand. When she approached they started talking about the 'kids'.

Once again, Klavier looked thrilled to see Ema. Whether it was because of the guitar or Ema, I didn't care. Obviously I wasn't important and neither was the guitar I slaved to buy.

My eyes couldn't take it anymore so I ran for the exit. Klavier shouted after me, but there were no footsteps. I could imagine it now, them talking about the silly little kid that I was. The thought carried me faster until I found myself in our usual secluded spot, one that Polly, Klavier and I shared when talking about cases. It was in this area surrounded by trees in the park.

I sat down and then I allowed my eyes to water, although it felt more like I was crying the river that flowed rapidly nearby.