Sorry I'm late. Thank you Glasscase of Emotions, g.fortnods, illusioneyes, and MichaelLuvrReisLuvrMichaelLuvr for your support. This idea is Glasscase of Emotions. Hope I did good! Enjoy!
Murdoc woke up in the morning to squeals that came from a bass. He covered his head and tried to go back to sleep. Whoever was playing that bass had no clue how. Wait a second. Someone...was...playing...HIS bass! Slamming out of his Winniebago he hurried to the studio. He would pound 2-D or Russel. He couldn't do anything besides yell at Noodle or Cortez. Both girls could either use puppy dog eyes or kick his behind. That sounded really pathetic.
Cortez frowned as the bass screeched beneath her hand. She really wanted to get this right. The music was supposed to sound deeper, calmer with a violent undertone like it always sounded for Master. She wanted to see him smile as played for him. After all she always liked when he played for her. Especially when it was really only for her. When he played when they were all alone no one could say that they had heard exactly what she had. It and he was hers alone.
He crashed into the studio, hair all messed up and his chest heaving from running. As he saw that it was Cortez he relaxed slightly." You want me to teach you?"
Cortez nodded looking like she was getting candy." Okay then first put your hand her and..."
The day had almost passed at Kong. Diner had been brought to the couple still practicing. But there wasn't any progress. Cortez just couldn't play. That's the way it was. But she looked so determined to get it right that Murdoc just bared it. Until about midnight. Then when he went to position her hand again he felt a warm sticky liquid on her fingertips. Was she bleeding? He knew that sometimes when someone played for too long their hands started bleeding. But why hadn't she said anything? Honestly he was going to have to think of something, so that she would stop trying. Oh for Pete's sake! He was acting like se was made of glass or something! " Oi, stop."
Cortez turned sleepy eyes to him. What did he want? She was trying but she just couldn't get it right. Was he annoyed at her ? She hoped not. She was trying she really was. While waiting for him to continue speaking she started to drift off. He head pillowed but his boney shoulder.
Murdoc smiled. He hadn't even needed to say anything. He shifted the bass so that he could play and tuned it, taking care to not jostle Cortez. As he began playing a low earthy tune Cortez smiled and began to sing.
My days were empty without you
But now they're oh so full
Stuffed as a closet
but I won't trade it for anything
With that the last bits of awareness faded and she slumped back onto Murdoc. Murdoc laid her on the floor and smiled as he covered her with a blanket. As he walked away he said," You might not be able to play but you sure can sing my little bird."
I'm sooooooooo sorry for being late. But at least I finished another chapter. Suggestions for scenes you want to see are welcome. I love you people! Bye bye