NOTE: I'm dedicating this chapter of FOL to my friend, Brittany. She was so kind in acting upon my request to read this story, although she knew practically nothing about Yu-Gi-Oh, but she read it anyway. I really appreciate her for that…and I'm also glad that she's really into Yu-Gi-Oh now! So, Brittany, this is for you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 12: Thanksgiving

Part Three: Giving Thanks

It was Thanksgiving Day. Anzu felt so energized and happy! Her parents had let her stay; they liked the school; and they even seemed to be taking a liking to the boys!

Not to mention the fact that they jokingly asked her all of the time if she was dating this boy or that one….

Oh well! It didn't matter! Tonight would be the Thanksgiving dinner, and tomorrow, the school got to play their band songs for the guests, as they would not be at the band competitions later that year.

She had decided to take an early morning walk down the beach to liven her senses even more.

Anzu hummed and walked along the wet sand, and let the water come tickle her feet. It felt so relaxing…. A couple of times, she twirled around as the water came up to brush against her. She got rather caught up in her twirls and moved out a little further to sea. Her spins eventually evolved into little dance moves she had witnessed on television. She had taken a love to dancing. It was such a beautiful art!

She had never officially taken lessons, but she had been to a couple summer dancing camps. And those instructors had told her that she had an innate talent to dance.

Of course, Anzu never knew where she received her talent. As far as she knew, her mother had never been a dancer –her birth mother. And she knew practically nothing about her biological father.

Still, it mattered very little to Anzu. She lived a happy life with her stepparents. Still, that didn't mean that she hadn't thought about her old family a lot….

A small tear escaped her as she spun around in the water, her foot kicked up a small wave. It added a spectacular sparkle to her moves.

Little did she know that she had an unexpected audience.


He had been sitting on an outcropping rock, mulling of his thoughts in silence, with only the calm, soothing rhythm of the waves making a melodic sound.

Before him lay three trinkets: a charred action figure; a locket; and a cerulean-gemmed pendant.

Alister looked over the three seemingly insignificant items. To anyone else, they would have been dubbed either junk or girlish belongings.

The charred action figure had been his brother's: Mikey's. The locket contained a picture of his mother, and had been given to Alister when he was very young. After his mother had been taken away, he had given it to Mikey, but they boy had dropped it when he had been taken away. The blue pendant had been his sister's: Ann's. He fingered the trinket fondly. The pendant reminded him of her greatest feature: her crystal-blue eyes.

He was sure, for the most part, that his family was dead. All except for Ann, at least. He had been positive he had seen her being carried off somewhere. His mother had been taken away as well, but he was sure she had not made it out alive. She had never come back to them. And his brother Mikey: he had been killed in a cross-fire, and his body hauled off to be put with the other victims.

His father had died before the riots in the village had even begun.

Tears tracked down Alister's cheeks. Because of that stupid military, his family had been taken away with him! If it hadn't been for them, he could have had them all here on this Thanksgiving Day, but they were gone. He pounded the boulder he was sitting on in fury. They were gone because of the government!

And it had not helped at all that yesterday, he had found out that Anzu's father had been a small part of it.

Anzu…that sweet girl that did not fear the school as others did…was tainted with this sin of her father!

Well, he supposed this was not true, all due to religious ethics, but still! How could Anzu have anything to do with a man that helped tear up a village, and so many families!

He looked out at the sparkling sea and was surprised to see that very girl, out there spinning around. Water jumped up around her, framing her body in glittering water.

Alister was speechless. She looked like some gorgeous, mythological creature come to life! How could a perfect angel like her have anything to do with a sinful man?

He knew she was gorgeous. He knew she was kind, sweet, caring – heck, the list could go on forever! He had known it from the day he had first lain eyes on her. Something inside of him had told him that she was something special. He didn't know just how special, but she was elite, and that was all that mattered.

Still, his emotions raged with what he felt about her. She was an extraordinary person indeed, but what was it about her that was so…remarkable?

Some of the other guys around here were just captivated by her, and nothing more. Joey and Tristan had those playful crushes on her: he laughed at them. Still, Alister did find it strange that she seemed to have a great effect on them all.

She had put Bakura and Malik in their places. Joey and Tristan had fallen for her. Duke: a level-headed character had lost control over his senses around her. Yugi and Ryou finally had a close friend, besides Yami. Yami himself seemed more cheerful, and not as serious all the time, as he used to be. Valon was certainly more exuberant. He pouted about his unintended prison life much less often. Anzu seemed to bring an air of happiness to the school.

Marik was getting quite friendly with her, and Alister still could not shake the fact that she and Seto had been on the roof together. What they were doing up there was still a mystery, but the fact that they were together still stood for something. Alister himself could not say much for the two younger boys: Mokuba and Noa. He had not taken much notice of them, but he had no doubts that she had affected them somehow too.

He was glad they were benefiting from her presence. But thinking over all of these changes made a new feeling arise in his chest.

He wasn't…jealous…was he?

Anzu had stopped dancing and just taken to…splashing, really. Occasionally, she kicked her foot out and watched the wave fly out and collide with the sea once more. She would giggle, as Anzu was easily amused, and wait a second before splashing again.

But she had the distinct feeling…that someone was watching her. She looked behind her at the coastline. There was no one. No one was on the rocks, on the beach, or even on the shore. She shrugged and went back to splashing.

A pair of hands suddenly took hold of her upper arms, gently. A soft voice told her in her ear, "You're quite the dancer."

Anzu, frozen with shock from the sudden voice…and what he said, turned to see who it was. "A-Alister?" her eyes widened. "Wha-? How did you-"

Alister just smiled softly and laughed, "I have my ways, you know."

Anzu relaxed and shook her head, "You really shouldn't sneak up on people like that."

"And why not? Otherwise, all the fun is taken out of it!" Alister replied.

Anzu gave him "a look" and turned away. She suddenly remembered what he had said earlier, "So…you saw me then."

"Yeah. I can tell you don't take classes."

Anzu blushed, "Well you don't have to tell me that directly that I'm awful!"

Alister frowned, "I wasn't saying that at all."

Anzu looked up at him, confused, "Then…what were you saying?"

"Didn't you hear me? You are quite the dancer."

"So…you're saying I'm…good at dancing?"

Alister smirked, "Not just good: fantastic."

"So…why did you say that I obviously don't take classes?"

Alister looked at her solemnly, "Well, I have a theory that classes, for whatever subject, can destroy the great creativity in a person. They may help you with certain aspects, but they take away the "you" in your art. For example: I could tell that you had put yourself into quite a bit of those dance moves. Not much of that was very cliché of other dancing. Heck, even though the "professionals" may say that you need a lot of work, those with imaginations will applaud loudly. It's like me and art: I never took a class: I just taught myself."

"Art? What in art do you do, exactly?"

"Draw, mostly."

"Really?" Anzu turned around to face him directly, "That's so cool! I never would have suspected you as an artist! That is so cool!"

"I have to keep myself busy doing something around here," he laughed.

Unexpectedly, Anzu inquired, "May I see some works?"

Alister blinked, "You…really want to see some of that crap?"

Anzu's eyebrows furrowed, "I'm sure it's not crap! Come on, please? We have nothing better to do right now…."

Alister thought it over for a moment. "Alright…I suppose so. But don't expect anything too great…."

The two walked back to the shore and Alister quickly ran back to the boulder he had been sitting on and grabbed his memories. He stuffed them down his pocket, feeling that he would look rather silly to her if she caught him with them.

Anzu walked with him back to his room. He opened the door and let her walk in first, as a gentlemen always does.

Anzu stepped inside and looked around. One could learn a lot about a person by a first glance at their room.

It was just as Anzu had suspected, in some points. It was perfectly pristine: not a wrinkle or item out of place. His desk, however, was so covered in notebooks, piles of papers, and folders, that there was no room to write on it! Books were littered in neat stacks around the corner of the room, and even on his nightstand. He had taped up some of his better works on his walls.

Anzu walked over to a seascape watercolor he had done. "Wow," she breathed, "Alister, that's amazing! You caught the look so…well! And the color is magnificent!"

Alister actually smiled, "You like it that much?"

"Oh, of course! It's…perfect!" she looked at him happily, before returned to view it.

Alister walked over to it and began taking it off the wall, "Well, if you like it so much," he turned to her and pushed it forward lightly, "You can have it."

"W-What?" she stuttered, looking back and forth between him and his wonderful work. "Oh, no! I couldn't, Alister! It's…it's too good for me to take! You must have worked really hard on it, and would like to keep-"

"An artist likes it when his work is appreciated," he answered her, "And is honored when the works are given to others."

"If you'll really let me have it…" Anzu answered slowly, reaching for it, "I'd love it."

Alister smiled at her again and handed his work over.

She looked over it once more and her eyes sparkled with joy. Not only was it a beautiful piece to remind her forever of the landscape around her school, but it was a reminder of Alister himself.

"You must have really put your all into this," she looked up at him, "I really love it."

"I'm glad to hear that," he answered, "I'm also happy to know someone here actually appreciates what I do."

"What?" Anzu set the picture down and sat on the edge of his bed, "Do the others not like them?"

Alister shrugged, "I guess they think it's rather weird for a teenage guy to do this stuff."

Anzu narrowed her eyes, "That's not true! Plenty of guys are artistic, and actually use their talents! Whether it's in masterpieces like this, or something like manga-"

"Ah! Speaking of which," he turned and rummaged through his desk drawers. "I happen to be working on a manga I made up." He looked behind him at her, "Would you like to see it?"

"Manga? Are you serious!" Anzu jumped up, "I'd love to! I adore manga! It is so awesome!"

"Well, this little story is probably nothing compared to the actual published stuff out there," Alister took out a large file-sorter and took out a stack of papers. "Here's the first chapter, if you'd like to look."

"Sure!" she smiled, taking the papers carefully. The papers were all divided into different sized boxes, with the pictures all shaded in pencil. Alister had neatly written in the words to what the characters said in the little bubbles.

The first page, however, was the cover. Anzu read it over. "Bloodlust, eh?" she inquired, smiling. "Sounds vampiric."

"It is," he answered, looking away, "I've always been interested in fantasy creatures.

"They're amazing, aren't' they?" she replied, reading the first pages. He is such a great artist! How does he do this? This is fantastic! And not just the pictures, either! But the story itself!

"My God, Alister," she whispered, "You are so talented! A writer and artist? No wonder you ace all of your classes! This is excellent!" she beamed. She then looked up at him, "Do you…mind if I take these back to my room? To read the whole story when I have time?"

"What?" he was caught off guard, "You like that too? Are you sure you aren't just saying things?"

"Alister! Have more faith in yourself! What you're doing here is beyond imaginable! I would love to read this! Your work is great! Who put it into your head that you're not talented at this?"

Alister looked away and mumbled, "The others, I guess…."

Anzu stood up briskly, setting the papers aside, "Don't listen to them! You're doing a wonderful job! Keep it up, okay? I'd really like to see this published one day," she laughed, "I'm sure it would be a hit!"

"You really believe that?" Alister inquired.

"Would I say it if I didn't mean it? Alister, I've aid many things, this semester. Have I not meant every one?"

"Yeah…I suppose you have," he nodded. "You have." Anzu raised her eyebrows as if to say, I told you so!

"Tell you what," Alister took his file folder and the pack of papers she had left on the bed, "Take the whole thing and read it. Tell me if it's any good before I continue, okay?"

"Really! Oh, I can't wait to read this! It's like…some national bestseller that only I have access to! That is so cool!" Anzu took the folder, "How neat!"

"Are you always this enthusiastic?" the red-haired boy laughed.

"This is enthusiastic?" she gasped, "Oh, Alister, you haven't seen me be enthusiastic. Just you wait!"

"I can't," he answered, trying to hold back his laughter.

Anzu looked back and forth at everything, "Wow. A writer, artist and flutist: is there anything you can't do?"

Alister looked a bit taken aback by her compliment, "Well, I can think of a few things…." Get a girlfriend, for one….

"Like what?"

"Er…."

A knock at the door halted their discussion. Alister walked over to it muttering, "Who would be knocking at this hour! Why now?" He opened the door.

"Hey, best bud!" Valon suddenly jumped in and ruffled the taller boy's hair by standing on his toes, "What's u- WHOA! Wait a sec! …Am I interrupting something?" Valon had suddenly noticed Anzu standing by the bed, with her eyes wide.

"What are you doing here!" Alister fumed a bit.

"Sorry 'bout that," he replied sheepishly, "I'll just leave you two alone-"

"No, no, it's okay," Anzu suddenly regained composure and grabbed the folder and painting, "You talk to Alister about whatever it is that you came to see him for. I've got something to read anyway," she explained. Stopping at the door, she looked at the red-head, "I'll return this as soon as possible! Meanwhile, you start getting more ideas for it! I'm sure it rocks!" And with that, she flew down the cement walkway and back to her room.

And, she almost crashed into someone walking the opposite way.

"Whoa there, girl, slow down!" a feminine voice laughed. Anzu stopped and looked up at who she had bumped into. It was Ryou's cousin, Mai!

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Mai asked with a twinkling smile, "And just where were you this early in the morning?"

She noticed Alister's door close and smirked, "Ah, been with the boys already, I see. Or- no, no. You're far too well put together to have been with one of them all night."

Anzu's mouth hung open and she blushed furiously. Who did this woman think she was!

Mai just laughed some more upon seeing her expression, "Relax, Anzu, I was just jok-"

"YAH!" a voice shouted in the distance. The two turned to face the cloud of dust that was coming their way. "Anzu, Anzu, Anzu! Don't listen to anything she says!" Ryou was suddenly right beside them, gasping for breath, "She…doesn't…mean…anything! Just…joking!" he suddenly collapsed onto his back.

"Ryou!" Anzu gasped and knelt down beside him, "Are you okay?"

"I knew I was never athletic," Ryou sighed.

Mai just stood there laughing, "You can say that again!"


That night, the entire population on the school grounds sat together at a large table in the cafeteria. The teachers and their families sat on one end of the table, while the students and their families sat everywhere else.

Maxamillion Pegasus stood up with his glass of wine, "I'd like to thank you all for joining us here tonight for another Oknuhu Private tradition. Everyone here is glad you all made it here safe and sound. A toast all around!"

Everyone raised their glasses and clinked them with others, then took a sip.

"Now," Pegasus continued, "for another tradition. You see, this school has always been rather small. So, what we like to do is go around the table telling one big thing we are thankful for. Then, we may dine!" he laughed. "I'll start then. I have to say, I'm thankful for a very cooperative school, and a very cooperative wife. Had she not gone along with this idea, I would not be here directing the school. The school might not have even been here!" He sat down. And so it went around. The teachers all spoke first.

Then, it was Anzu's parent's turn to speak.

"Well," her father started, "We're thankful for the chance to bring a new life into the world-"

"And for a loving step-daughter who's gone thorough so many changes in her life that we hope she'll be okay with just one more," Mrs. Mazaki hugged her daughter.

"Mom…" Anzu whispered quietly. Then, it was her turn to speak. "Well…I'm grateful that I was able to attend Oknuhu Private this year: and for sure the next year as well! I've had quite the school year here: it's been one of the best."

The teachers all beamed.

The next student who was to speak was Yugi.

Yugi and Yami stood up, both nodding to each other.

"I believe we speak for all prior students of Oknuhu Private on this one," Yami began. Yugi motioned for them all to stand up. The boys did, looking only very slightly confused.

"We're thankful for the coming of Anzu Mazaki," Yugi declared.

"Yeah," Joey took it up, "She wasn't afraid to come here-"

"And she hasn't run off yet," Valon joked.

"And we're serious on that note," Tristan nodded.

"She's liked us for who we are," Duke put forth.

"And she's become a friend on some level with all of us," Ryou spoke.

"And that's been a first in many, many years," Marik stated.

"She's also brought in a good change in some of us," Alister declared.

"And most importantly," Mokuba and Noa chanted.

"She's vowed that," Malik and Bakura took it up.

"She won't leave for any reason," Seto ended.

"A toast to Anzu!" the boys all held up their glasses synonymously. Everyone raised their glass and clinked them once more, drinking to that.

Anzu was blushing madly in her seat from embarrassment. That had been so sweet of them!

"Oh guys…" she said quietly, "Did you really mean all of that?"

"Would we have said it if we didn't mean it?" Yami inquired.

"You guys are the best," a tear of happiness leaked out of Anzu's eyes.


After that, the great feast was laid out, and everyone enjoyed the helping of turkey, mashed potatoes, beets, corn muffins, rolls, countless vegetables and more. There was hearty laughter and conversation all around.

Anzu, Yugi and Yami were conversing about Duel Monsters. Mokuba and Noa were talking to their brother about various matters concerning vacations and Seto getting off work. Mai was constantly telling Ryou how he looked like such model material. He in turn, would say that the idea was preposterous. Bakura would complain in a joking manner about why she had not said anything to him. They were pretty much identical after all. Mai responded that his eyes were too cunning for a model and his hair was too wild.

Not like Bakura cared.

Tristan and Duke were talking about whom's home city was better: St. Louis or San Francisco. Well, perhaps talking is too light a term. Arguing was more like it.

The Ishtars were conversing in Egyptian, so their talk was indistinguishable. Alister and Valon were going on about the great life of being alone. The Kaibas eventually joined in this conversation.

Joey and Serenity were having a very interesting conversation indeed.

"Hey Joey," Serenity started, "Did I tell you I might be coming to Oknuhu next year?"

Joey choked on his drink and sent it flying. Alister shuddered and frowned. "Thanks a lot, Wheeler," he sighed. "At least the wine blends in with my hair…." Half of the table erupted in laughter.

Alister took up his napkin and started to wipe the drink from his eyes.

"Off to the restroom with you," Dartz called out from the end of the table, "Go clean yourself up."

"Yes, Professor," Alister replied, glaring at Joey, before leaving.

"What did you say!" Joey spluttered to his sister.

"I said I might be joining Oknuhu next year," Serenity replied.

"But! But you haven't been checked or anything!" Joey waved his arms frantically.

"Joseph, calm down," his mother said in his ear, "We're going to get her checked out here, for a fraction of the price, alright?"

"Okay…but for her sake I hope she doesn't end up here," Joey shook his head.

"But I want to be here!" Serenity cried out, "If Anzu's here, why can't I be here?"

Joey hissed in her ear, "Because we had no idea Anzu was coming! At least I have a heads up about you. We don't even know if Anzu-"

"I know, you told me," Serenity nodded her head. "But we're still thinking about it, okay?"

"Alright…" Joey replied a little stiffly. "I'd love for you to come, but-"

"You worry about me, I know," Serenity smiled. "That's what I love about you, Joe."

Anzu had watched a bit of the conversational exchange between the Wheelers. They were like…the perfect sibling couple. She looked around the table at the other siblings. The Ishtars; the Mutos; Bakuras; Kaibas; Wheelers. It brought back the few memories of her early life…. Her life before the Mazakis….


After the dinner, the guests were all invited to come see how the band was doing for their competition coming in Spring. They had been practicing for a couple months, and they still had about three to four more months of practice left.

The students took their places among the instruments. Duke looked at his tuba sadly. "Why? WHY did I get stuck with this?" he gestured to the large horn.

"Hmm, I dunno. I think it kind of resembles you," Alister said from behind. Duke whipped around, grabbing the boy's flute.

"Well, we'll see how much a resemblance you see when I bash this thing over your head," Duke glared.

Alister grabbed his flute back, "I'd kill you if you did! I've had this thing since I was four years old, and I'm not letting it be destroyed."

Duke straightened, "You've been playing since you were four?"

Alister huffed, "Barely. My mother taught me how to a play a lullaby on it. That was my first song. I actually learned when I came here."

"I see…" Duke looked at the instrument. He doubted Alister had told anyone that piece of information before. He felt rather guilty now for wanting to break it….

"'Ey you," Joey tapped the drum sticks on Duke's head, "Sit on yer bum already! We're about to start!"

The room hushed as Dartz entered with his baton. He walked to the center of the stage and looked out over the audience. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Thanksgiving Concert of Oknuhu Private. Apart from out Spring Competition piece, which you will be hearing at the end of our recital, we have a number of other songs with which we shall perform. Now, for a little introduction. In the Woodwinds section, we have Alister Amelda; Ryou Bakura and Yami Muto on flutes," they stood, bowed and sat back down, "Yugi Muto and Mokuba Kaiba on the clarinets, and Valon Varon on the harmonica. In the Brass section, we have Marik Ishtar on the French Horn; Tristan Taylor with the trombone and Duke Devlin with the tuba. In the Strings section, we have Noa Kaiba with the violin; Malik Ishtar with an…electric guitar and Ryo Bakura with a bass. And last but not least: the Percussion section, with Joseph Wheeler on the drums and Seto Kaiba and Anzu Mazaki on the piano. We hope you enjoy the performance," the conductor bowed and turned around. He tapped his stand twice, signaling for the others to raise their instruments, or put their hands in position.

They began with Moonlight Sonata. Joey gave a beginning beat on the drums, and Seto and Anzu took up the piano afterwards, both playing with both hands on separate octaves of the piano. Soon after, The flutes joined in, playing soft and lightly. Joey would add a beat every now and then when the piano players pressed hard on their keys. The clarinets came into the picture afterwards, playing like the flutes. The Winds over passed the piano by playing higher and higher and sudden dropping in volume, as the sounds of the piano decreased.

When the sonata came to the section where it sounded as if someone was tip-toeing through a hallway, the horns came in lightly. The players gave shorts burst of breath, for soft playing, which eventually got louder with each "tip-toe." Once that section ended with a good fermata, the Valon's harmonica, the horns and Winds held out their note as the piano played on, and the Strings added their music to the long drawn out note. The piano in the background held up the melody. As the note ended, the piano played on, and the Strings played along with it.

Noa started off with the violin. Malik's bass came in soon after, and then Bakura played classically on his guitar. Joey kept up with his soft beats all of the time.

Soon, the Winds were at it again, as were the horns.

The melody was perfect, and smooth. Although many of the instruments would not normally be in this performance, Dartz had made it all work. It sounded as if the parts had been made to fit together perfectly. He was quite the genius after all. That was why Pegasus had hired him for this job.

As the song came to and end, Anzu halted playing and Seto played lower and lower. The last three notes were held long and low. Joey used the largest drum on his set to match Seto's notes.

And on the last note of all, Duke gave a long, but soft blow to his tuba, creating the perfect ending effect.

The room fell into silence afterwards.

And all of the sudden, there was applause. Everyone in the audience was clapping madly. They were very impressed with only the first song!

Mai had told herself a long time ago that bands and orchestras were never her type of thing. But listening to them made this all the worthwhile. Beside, she loved her cousins like they were her own brothers. Yes, even Bakura….

The Mazakis were just as impressed. They had had no idea that Anzu had been part of this spectacular band! They were now very proud that they had sent her to this school.

The Wheelers had not heard the band in years, and Serenity had never heard it. She was one of those clapping the loudest.

The other family members who had seen other shows were still clapping. Each year, the band got better and better. Dartz's family was cheering him on as well.

Dartz bowed and turned around once again, tapping the post.

They played many songs: American hymns, classical music and so much more! And finally, it was time for the grand finale.

Dartz turned to them and spoke. "Before we play this final song, I would just like to say that I am very pleased with the progress of these students. They have worked very hard on these pieces and are doing a magnificent job. Now, this next song is Canon in D Minor. This is the song they will be playing in the competition this spring. And we hope that it will bring us all the way to Nationals!" The crowd erupted in cheers. Dartz waited for them to quiet down. He then continued. "So, although the song is not as perfect as we would like it to be come spring, it is still very well played, and we are honored to perform it for you tonight."

He turned around and tapped the stand. Everyone readied themselves.

The Strings began this time. As Malik and Bakura both ran their picks down the strings of their instruments slowly, Noa played up and down his violin, with a calm expression on his face.

Then, the flutes picked up. They played in time with Noa. The clarinets joined in soon afterwards. The horns then took up spaces in the song and Noa changed pace to go along with them. Valon's harmonica took his original place. Joey drummed where appropriate, and Seto and Tea played in the background where they were supposed to, going up in something resembling scales.

The horns, flutes and clarinets were now playing complicated measures, moving their fingers on all the right places and blowing constantly into their instruments.

The horns grew louder in the third section of the song. The Winds played right on along with the Strings, rising up and down octaves constantly.

At the very end of the song, everyone held out the note they were playing until they faded.

The song had ended.

And the audience was clapping enthusiastically again. Dartz raised his hands, and the players rose, bowed and took their seats again.

"Thank you again for coming this Thanksgiving! Good night everyone!" Dartz officially ended the concert.


That night, Anzu woke up. Her room felt a little stuffy. She felt it would be nice just to have one breath of fresh air outside.

She stood up and walked over to her door, opened it and stepped outside, keeping a hand on the door.

A sweet November breeze was blowing right into her face. She closed her eyes and took in a deep draught of air. How refreshing that felt….

Something caught her ear. She smiled to herself. She must have still had the band in her mind, and the songs running through her head. She heard a flute playing off in the distance, playing a sweet, little tune.

A lullaby….? She felt a small tug at the back of her mind, as the music filled her head.

Yeah…she definitely just had a song stuck in her head. Being in a band can do that to you….


There! How was it? Did you like it? I hope you weren't bored too much with the concert. I had to add it: I just wanted to, you know? Plus, I was addicted to classical music this morning. Yep…. That's the end of the Thanksgiving chapters, but you should REALLY like the next chapter! I hope…. I REALLY hope I'm not lying…. Well, we'll see! PLEASE REVIEW!