I sighed, bored, back at my house. We had decided that every weekend I would stay at the Voaloid house, and during the week I would be at home. After two days of being called Rin, it was weird having Mom and Dad call me Tani.

"Tani? Are you ok?" Mom asks.

"Yeah, just thinking." I reply.

"You seem to be doing that a lot lately."

I smile.

"I just have a lot to think about."

"Are you excited to go back?" Mom asks.

"Yeah, I made friends with Miku and Len. And it turns out that I have my own music room there. I taught myself how to play the piano, and I can't wait to play it again." I explained.

"Do remember anything about your past?" She asks.

"No." I was quiet for a moment. "I wish I did. And sometimes it feels like it's right THERE, but I don't remember anything."

"What happens when you do remember? And if you have your color?"

I paused again. What would happen?

"I'm not sure Mom. I suppose they would expect me to become a true Vocaloid, have concerts, live in the Vocaloid house, and such. But the thing is, I don't know if that's what I want to do, now that I think about it." I tell her.

Concerts. Those would be scary. I can barely stand at the front of the class to give a report. A concert would be a nightmare. I'd have stage fright and wouldn't be able to sing. Plus, there are so many Vocaloids already. Do they really need one more? And was that really what I wanted to do with my life? What if I wanted to be a scientist or something?

"Well, no matter what you choose, I'll support you. And don't worry about all that now. Just concentrate on finding your memories ok?" Mom says.

"Ok." I give her a hug. "Thanks Mom."

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Finally the weekend came around once more. I was so excited. I was practically bouncing in my seat the entire way there. I really wanted to touch that piano again. Maybe I'd try the guitar this weekend too. As soon as I came to the Vocaloid house, I said hi to everyone, then politely asked if I could spend some time alone in my music room.

"Sure. You don't have to ask permission Rin. This is your house too, even if you might not call it home. Go right ahead and do what you want." Said Len.

I thanked him, then practically ran to my music room.

I first warmed up on the piano, playing to my hearts content for about an hour. I glanced at the guitar. Should I try it? I picked it up. It felt light in my hands. Somehow, my fingers just knew what to do. In 20 minutes, I was playing chords. In an hour I was playing songs. After that, I started to just play. My fingers hurt from the strings, but I wouldn't let myself stop. It felt so wonderful being able to create something beautiful. Soon, something caught my eye. A paper. I stopped playing and walked over too it. I picked it up. It was a sheet of music, written in a child's handwriting. My handwriting. The problem was, I couldn't read it. What did all those dots and lines mean? I went to go ask Len.

"Len, can you help me with this?" I asked, after I found him in the living room.

"Sure." He walked over to me and took the music.

"Woah! Rin let me see your hands." He quickly grabbed my hands and inspected them. I looked to see why he was so concerned. Oh. My fingers were bleeding. Bad. I hadn't even noticed.

"C'mon. Lets clean you up." He led me to the nearest bathroom and had me wash my hands. Then he dried them with a paper towel, and put pressure on them to stop the bleeding. He then put a little bit of rubbing alcohol on them.

"Owwww." I moaned. That stuff HURT.

"If you hadn't pushed yourself, this wouldn't have happened." He said, rather roughly.

I looked at him. He looked mad, then I realized that he wasn't. He was worried, and very concerned. Worried about me. Upset that I accidentally hurt myself. He carefully applied some ointment on my fingers. It felt so good. I relaxed, it felt like having a hand massage. He then bandaged my fingers while I sat on the toilet seat.

"Don't scare me like that ok?" He asks. "That was a lot of blood."

I didn't even notice the blood until Len pointed it out. I felt guilty for making him worry.

"I'm sorry." I say.

"Be careful next time ok? You shouldn't play for so long on the guitar. I think you should take a break today from playing music."

What?! I can't stop! I love playing! But... My fingers did hurt. It would be really hard to play. But I needed to hear that music. Could Len play it for me? No, I need to play it. It was in my handwriting. Maybe he should just teach me how to read music, and tomorrow I'll play it.

"Len?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you teach me to read music today?" I asked.

"Sure. Do you want to start now?" He asked.

"Ok." I said, nonchalantly, but really I was jumping up and down, screaming inside. Yay! Len's going to teach me! Tomorrow I can play my song!

"Well, c'mon, let's go." Len took my hand and led me to his music room. Inside, it was completely yellow. It was so calming and peaceful. Like sunlight. We sat down together on the bench by the piano. Then, Len brought out some simple music to start with.

"The first thing you need to know is that when you read music, you're counting beats." He said. He then explained about rhythm and beat, then had me count simple rhythms.

After that, he showed how those beats corresponded with different types of notes. He had me read and clap out the rhythms. After that, we worked on actual notes. He showed me which notes on the music staff went with which keys. He also showed me how the notes were referred to using letters.

It was a lot to take in, but at the same time, it was easy to get the hang of. Music was just like math for me. They were patterns and concepts, and that was easy for me to pick up. I was reading music in about two hours.

After that, Len gave me harder music, and I would tell him how it went. I sang it, while Len played it. It was perfect. Like two parts of a whole. Not like lovey-dovey soul mates. It's a bond between twins. We were born together. It's almost like an automatic best friend you have your entire life. Birth to death, they're always there. Always. I had broken that bond when I ran, without realizing it. But now I'm back. And playing this music together, it brought that bond back. We were in total synchronization. Almost as if we knew what the other would do before they did it. We were united.

I may not remember my past, but I know Len's my twin. And I'm his sister. Now and forevermore.

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Memories are coming very soon! Don't worry! Please review and let me know what you think!

-Princessa Mia