Hello, hello, lovely people.

So yeah, I know I'm quite late. I did mention in the previous chapters that my office is planning to implement the three-day-in-the-office work week. They did, which meant lesser time for me to write. It's a sad thing but this is the reality, and I would probably ask you guys to expect the same thing for the upload of the next chapters.

So, we continue on to Momiji's concert. For the music I referenced for the second half, those would be from the Studio Ghibli animation, Merry Go Round of Life and Mononoke Hime Suite by Joe Hisaishi. From the Final Fantasy franchise would be Aerith's Theme and Theme of Love by Nobuo Uematsu. These music are p-e-r-f-e-c-t-i-o-n. My goodness. Joe Hisaishi has a live concert for his 25th anniversary and you could go listen to it, while I also suggest listening to the orchestral arrangement of Nobuo Uematsu for the pieces I've mentioned. Those made me cry. Don't get yourselves confused with the Theme of Love since there are several versions of it for all Final Fantasy installments – the one I referenced would be the Theme of Love from Final Fantasy IV. A warning – prepare a box of Kleenex.

Okay. So that was probably the longest A/N I made, sorry about that. On to the chapter! Thank you, James Birdsong for the support. This one is for you.

As Tohru returned to her seat, she was greeted with worried looks. She wasn't surprised, given her tear-stricken face. Those who were nearest to her were alarmed to see her in such a state. Kisa immediately fished a Kleenex out of her purse, as Hana-chan immediately rubbed her back. "What's happened? What's going on?" Ritsu asked, surprised, trying to keep his voice in low volume. The orchestra was already tuning, but there were some concert enthusiasts who wouldn't take too kindly at hearing somebody talk, no matter if it isn't actually loud.

Tohru shook her head, smiling happily instead. "I'm fine. It's just… today is the best day ever." She murmured, trying to calm them down, as she took the Kleenex from Kisa gratefully.

All three looked at each other, perplexed, but they truly had nothing to worry about. For Tohru, this is indeed the best night ever.

Eventually, the house lights dimmed once more, and the concertmaster entered, to the sound of another enthusiastic applause. She noticed that they had rearranged the orchestra a bit, adding a grand piano in the middle, where a girl sat, who Tohru recognized as Miori.

"She wasn't here before." She heard Machi voice from behind her. "A guest performer of Momiji-san perhaps?"

"Ah. The program did say with pianist Kanzaki Miori." Yuki replied, as he read the program once more.

"And it's two of Studio Ghibli's popular songs. I've heard of those and had always loved those songs." Machi sounded excited, which Tohru couldn't help but smile inwardly to herself upon hearing it.

Eventually, the conductor and Momiji entered once more and the applause was deafening, to say in the least. And… there it is. The bounce in his step that was subtle and hidden but is only visible to the eyes of those who knew him well enough. He wasn't smiling hugely for one, but the corners of his lips and his cheekbones were lifted a little.

Tohru felt like crying once more. She truly is happy for him. He may not have his entire family back, but he does have his sister back. She knew that was enough for him. She knew how Momiji had loved his sister in spite of not growing up with her, always watching her – them – from afar. He may not ever have a complete family again, but his sister is there. He hasn't truly lost everyone.

The night Momo had called her while Momiji slept peacefully on her lap, she pleaded for Tohru to help her reach her brother. She had explained that she had gotten her contact number from Kisa, and that she needed her help in order to reconnect to the brother she had always wished she had. Momo had been adamant in asking her not to deny the truth to her – she already knew, so it was no use keeping it from her. And while she had been worried about interfering and how Momiji would take it, she knew this was her one chance to help him have his sister back, if not his entire family. She could finally do something for him.

She had left them in privacy to talk, going outside the room, though she couldn't truly leave them knowing Momiji would probably need her. Momiji seemed to have resisted at first, which Tohru understood was his attempt of protecting Momo since she was not really supposed to know who he is, but she had heard Momo's raised voice and desperate pleas, and the quiet which had followed afterwards. She was worried, and she opened the door just to check in on them, but was greeted by a much welcome sight: Momiji and Momo embracing tightly, both in tears. Momiji was shushing his sister, apologizing in soft tones to her. She was about to leave, relieved that everything seemed to be fine now, but he looked up to her and asked her to come in.

What he did next surprised her: he embraced her as well, all three of them in a group hug, calling them the beloved women in his life. Momo embraced her as well, giving her thanks, thanks and more thanks in helping her in her mission, as she called it, to have her brother back in her life. "I am forever grateful to you, Tohru-oneechan. I hope you don't mind me calling you that."

She had given her enthusiastic yes, which led to more tears between all three of them. Eventually though, Momiji had to remind them that they shouldn't cry too much lest they ruin their makeup, which made the two girls giggle. He told his sister that she had to go back to their parents, asking her if they actually knew where she were. She had made an excuse that she would be meeting some of her friends, she admitted, and that she should probably go soon. She didn't want to leave immediately, Tohru could see that, but the intermission is almost over. Momiji assuaged her worries of not seeing him again by promising to meet her again as soon as possible, exchanging contact details with her.

As soon as she had left, Momiji wasted no time in taking Tohru in an embrace once more. "Thank you, Tohru. This couldn't have been easy on you. Thank you for leading her to me." He had murmured in her hair. "Thank you my love. I want nothing more than to talk to you more about this, but I'll have to prep now. We'll talk more later. In the meantime… do listen to my music. I hope you listen to my heart once more."

Momiji and the orchestra first began to play the Merry Go Round of Life by Joe Hisaishi, much to the delight of the audience especially to those who were familiar with the song which had captivated people from around the world. It was globally considered as a masterpiece, some commenting that it was a 'classical piece released in the modern era'. Tohru recognized it as the main theme of the movie she and Momiji had tried to watch the other day (tried, but wasn't able to finish it due to Momiji being too exhausted) and she realized why the movie was one of Momiji's favorites. Hearing it live was a real treat, especially as the arrangement was made so as to center on the violin more with the piano as the main support, and the blond had skillfully conveyed his own interpretation of the piece.

The second Ghibli collection they performed is the Mononoke Hime Suite. This one made all the hairs on the bodies of everyone who listened stand on end, being as every single emotion seemed to have been touched on by this suite – majesty, fear, lamentation, and as the Princess Mononoke theme played, Tohru found herself in tears. She had looked up the lyrics of this theme a few days before this concert, having found it interesting. One particular verse struck her hard: The only ones who know your true heart are the forest spirits.

The only ones who know of his heart… His cursed days came rushing forward to her in a tidal wave of memories. She had been naïve back then. The first time she had met him she had thought he was a little boy who was playful and nothing short of mischievous, scaring her at first since he looked like a foreigner and had dared to kiss her on the cheek when he didn't even know her. When she had found out that he is a Sohma and was cursed with the rabbit spirit, she had thought how cute, not knowing the pain which accompanied it. How was one supposed to know that he had familial problems, when he had done nothing but act all childish, bubbly, happy, and smiled all the time, or when he had told her about his family enthusiastically and even showed her pictures? When he had told her the truth about his mother, she had realized that she had made an assumption and had made a terrible error in judgement. Momiji being Momiji, had only asked her to keep it as a secret, and continued on as if nothing ever bothered him.

She was lucky enough to be one of the few who knew his heart, as he had let her in, but did she really know everything of it? She had caught glimpses of it, possibly, like the very few times when he had appeared lost in thought. When he would watch her fondly as she talked about her day. The way he had frozen when he had seen his parents for the first time ever after many years. Momiji, despite being happy-go-lucky and a go-with-the-flow kind of guy, surprisingly had several layers to him, much like an onion.

She may not know everything of his heart, but she is resolved to accept every single part of it if he gives her the chance to find out. She hopes he would.

They moved on to the Final Fantasy collection, beginning with Aerith's theme by Nobuo Uematsu, which made everyone in the audience tear up. The gamers especially, since they knew of the story behind this character. Tohru looked to her right to see Ritsu wiping at his eyes but failing to do so, and lo and behold, she could see Hiro pulling out a handkerchief discreetly, and Hatori in silent tears. Ayame was sobbing as quietly as he could, which was sort of comical in it's own way. Momiji led the build up to the climax, which left everyone shaking and in awe, almost forgetting to applaud once he had hit the final note.

The final song of the night was what made Tohru collapse into a crying mess.

It was the Theme of Love from the fourth Final Fantasy, one of the most popular themes of the franchise in Japan. Tohru understood immediately why it was popular, but was not prepared for the emotional epiphany it would bring.

There was no question as to why he was performing it. Momiji is, for all intents and purposes, serenading her. It was equivalent to telling the whole world of what he felt for her. His music spoke for him – when he had met her, the happiness of being her friend, falling in love with her, letting her go, wishing for her to be by his side but at the same time wishing for her happiness… it spoke of his tenderness and pure love and devotion, of the nostalgic days where he was able to be by her side and wanting to return to those days that he could be with her. If there were any doubts before about the fact that he is in a relationship and that a woman had captured his heart – they would have been gone by now, sliced, diced and thrown out into the winds in an instant. What he was doing was declaring to the world that he had found love and does not intend to let her go once more.

His eyes met hers as her own kept filling up with tears, even as she wiped them away repeatedly, trying to stop them from falling, to no avail. His fingers never stopped, the bow continued sliding across the strings, but his eyes were on hers, never leaving doubt about the fact that this was his song to her. It felt like everything else around them had melted away, leaving only the two of them, like he was performing just for her. Like he was already giving her a private concert, as he had promised when they were younger.

The audience and the orchestra were themselves treated to an amazing display of skill and emotion, each note played making everyone seem to fall in love a little with the soloist themselves. Every song he has played showed the hours of work he has put in for practices, every finger movement showed all the struggles he had at perfecting a piece. By the time he had struck the final note of the night, the audience were once again on a standing ovation, unable to keep to themselves the admiration that had only really built up for the young virtuoso which grew upon seeing him perform live.

He had shaken hands with his conductor, concertmaster and pianist, but there was only one person he sought as he turned to face the audience once more, and his eyes softened upon seeing her try to wipe her tears which looked crystal under the lights as she joined the applause and the standing ovation. He hoped that she he had heard what he had wanted to let her know through his music, and seeing her tears, it would seem that he had, indeed, gotten the message across to her.

The applause went on for a long time, and there was no doubt that Henry – Sohma Momiji to his family and to Honda Tohru – had arrived, indeed.

The after party had just finished, which he had forced himself to attend even when he had felt like not moving again after his last song – only convinced to get up from lying haphazardly on the couch in his dressing room by Tohru herself. He was given a brief moment to hold her, even as she trembled with emotion as she embraced him, murmuring a sweet "I love you too" to him, knowing that the last song he had played was him telling her how much he loved her.

That was until the room started to be filled with various Sohmas in all shapes and sizes, wanting to congratulate him, and his colleagues had also started to drop by, which all led to the said after party. After an hour spent of meeting some of the patrons of the orchestra and general good time with his colleagues, he was just about ready to throw the towel in. He was tired, exhausted, and he could feel his patience fraying (which was never a good thing, the very few times his temper had flared had led to less-than-pleasant results he would rather not remember) and the only thing he wanted to do was go home, have time alone with Tohru, and preferably fall asleep with her in his arms.

They ended up in his apartment, after coming to an agreement that she wouldn't be going home for the night at least. They had dropped by her apartment first so that she could get fresher clothes and her own things. After arriving at his apartment and being able to freshen up and change into more comfortable clothes, he asked her to give him an hour to nap, as he had always needed it after a concert or a performance.

"So back in Paris…" Tohru had asked, almost unwillingly. Almost afraid of the answer.

"Yep. I go home after a performance, or after a competition round, collapse on the bed and just kinda die there." Momiji had laughed, though his eyes had told her more than the laughter. It spoke of the years he had endured to be alone, in spite of the fact that he had always been independent and had known to look out for himself.

Whenever he goes home to an empty hotel room… or apartment… what were his thoughts?

"It must have been very difficult to live alone." She said, compassion shining thru her gaze.

"It is. And I'm sure you understand how difficult it is." Typical Momiji, only choosing to smile gently at her as he fluffed the pillows on top of the makeshift bed they made in front of his fireplace. "And I'm used to living by myself anyway."

Tohru heard it, and though she knew it was the truth, it still hurt for her. "Sure, but you were in a whole different country. I'd bet it wasn't easy to adjust at first." She said, wanting to understand more about how Momiji had been able to live his life for so long in a different country without anyone to look after him properly. She knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself since he has been doing so for the longest time even before she had met him, but she couldn't imagine the first few years he had been there.

"No, it wasn't." He admitted, though he sounded more thoughtful than sad. "But I guess my being half-German helped me – I wasn't really seen as another foreigner who had come into that country. Just another student for the conservatoire. Besides, Paris is so used to foreigners, they wouldn't even look at you twice."

But he had turned away from her at the last minute, which didn't miss Tohru, probably not wanting her to see his expression. Paris may have been kind to him, and he may be used to taking care of himself, but he wasn't a rock.

She looked at his back as he fixed the pillows, chuckling to himself all the while. "Are you really sure it's okay to be here? I have a room, a bed – "

She cut him off as she wrapped her arms around him from behind, grateful to whoever deity who happened to be listening that Momiji is already freed from the curse.

"Tohru – ? "

"You have done so well, Momiji." She whispered, knowing he would hear her just the same as she leaned her head on his shoulder from behind him. "You have done so well, enduring all this time. It's okay to admit that you were lonely. It's okay to admit that you missed somebody taking care of you – that you missed your family. I wouldn't think less of you for doing so. You're stronger than anyone has given you credit for, Momiji. You always have been."

A minute passed with nothing being said. Tohru wished he wouldn't brush her off. He was never rude to her to even shake her off, though there was always a first time. Especially since they were talking about personal things.

Momiji did nothing of the sort, instead, just laid a hand over her arms crisscrossed over his abdomen. "I don't want you to see me like that, Tohru. I never intended to make you a carry a burden that wasn't yours. The important thing is now you're here. With me." He turned around in her embrace, taking her in his arms. "Thank you. For what you did for Momo and me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interfere, but she did ask for my help." She explained, but he merely smiled.

"You really haven't." He whispered into her hair, rubbing her back gently. "You brought my sister back to me. I can hardly find that interfering." He moved back a bit so that she could see his smile. "How can I even get mad? Thanks to you, I had been reunited with Momo. Now I could spend time with her, find out how she was doing, try to build a relationship with her. I may not be able to have my parents – and it's fine, really, because I had accepted that a long time ago and I don't intend to live with the ghosts of the past – but Momo is also my family. Without you, I would probably just continue watching them afar, or she would probably forever keep the truth to herself that she knew who I was."

Tohru was embarrassed. "I really haven't done all that much."

He shook his head, raising a hand to caress her cheek. "Yes you did. If you weren't there, Momo wouldn't have a way to reach me." He chuckled. "Ever since I met you, Tohru, everything had gone well. You truly are my lady luck."

So saying, he bent and dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you."

She returned his smile with a shy but pleasant one. In a rare display of playfulness, she joked, "Well, I'm glad to be of service."

Momiji laughed, then turned to her once more, looking hesitant. "I would require another of your services, my goddess of fortune."

She looked at him questioningly. He laid down on their makeshift bed, then lifted his left arm as he faced her, back facing the fire. She immediately understood that she chuckled. "You want me as your pillow."

He pouted, using the puppy-eyed look to his advantage. "Please? I'm dying of exhaustion and I want to nap well."

Not having it in her heart to even think of denying him, she slid herself beside him and into his outstretched arm, and it was how she had ended up with her arm around him as he slept, breathing evenly and peacefully. She couldn't bring herself to close her eyes, wanting to watch him – Momiji at rest is just as stunningly handsome as he is awake that it was almost unfair. It was one characteristic that members of the Sohma clan, particularly the ex-jyuunishi shared, but Momiji seemed to have won so blatantly in the genetic raffle. Her eyes travelled from his golden hair, thick golden eyelashes which kissed his cheeks, the stud piercings he had on both his ears which only added to his masculine appeal and she had always loved, his high-bridged nose, and to those lips which had claimed her own for countless times that still made her knees weaken each time she thought of it. Really, if the man hadn't chosen to pursue music and become a violinist, he would have easily made a career out of being a model or a celebrity even. She still couldn't believe it sometimes – how had he ended up falling for her, this angel who had seemingly decided to stay on earth instead of taking his rightful place in heaven?

That sounded incredibly mushy even to Tohru, but who could blame her? The man who held her seemed to have stepped right out of a fairytale, and had chosen to be with her. And yet, that in itself was a reminder to her: he had chosen to be with her. Tohru knew that questioning it and looking down on herself would be an insult to her, and even more so to him.

She fought to remain awake, wanting to continue gazing at him. She couldn't resist lifting a finger and tracing his eyelids to the bridge of his nose, wanting to relish this chance of being able to appreciate this glorious visage without him seeing her doing so. She couldn't resist marveling at the fact that this man is hers and hers alone.

Even then, her eyelids began to droop no matter how much she fought it. She eventually succumbed to sleep, her body instinctively burrowing to his, allowing herself to fall into oblivion, safe in the knowledge that she was in his arms.

The one-hour nap turned into more, and Momiji found himself awaking in the middle of the night, wondering if he was dreaming that he could smell strawberries and peaches. Before he could lift his head up though, he realized that another warmth was beside him. Ah. It wasn't a dream, he thought, more than pleased at the fact that Tohru is really in his arms. Thank goodness it wasn't.

He looked at his beloved, glad and relieved to see her breathing evenly. Her head was pillowed on his shoulder, and his arm was already numb, but he wouldn't dare to move. He would take feeling numb over not having her in his arms any day.

She looked so peaceful in her sleep, long dark eyelashes forming shadows across her cheeks in the firelight. The corners of her eyes were still a bit red, due to all the crying she probably had during the concert earlier, and he felt a bit chagrined. He hadn't meant to make her cry, but if those were tears which were the result of him trying to let her feel his music, then he guessed he could take it.

So… why was I awake? He asked himself, wondering why he was suddenly conscious. He had requested Tohru to let him nap for an hour originally, but they were already so comfy asleep together in front of his fireplace that he felt like not wanting to move around and wake her up.

And then he became aware of the reason why he was awake. A faint buzzing sound can be heard somewhere nearby, and as he became fully conscious, he realized it was his phone. Ringing on vibrate.

In this godforsaken hour of the night.

Careful not to dislodge Tohru, he stretched out an arm and started feeling around, trying to remember where he had left his phone and if it was even somewhere near them. He found it stuffed somewhere under the futon, near Tohru's head, luckily not waking her up. He grabbed the still vibrating thing, ready to give whoever was on the other end a piece of his mind, but then he saw the caller ID which made him groan. Oh, of course. Dammit.

He swiped 'answer' then lifted the phone to his ear. "Guten abend, Elise. While I appreciate you calling, I wish you've bothered checking time differences." He greeted in perfect German, not withholding his frustration at the timing of her call but keeping his voice in low volume so as to not awaken Tohru.

"Guten abend, Henry. Why so testy? I just saw the telecast. Congratulations." His hard-nosed agent answered, and he heard a crunch in the background, which probably meant she was eating her favorite beef jerky again.

"Do you even know the time here? It's nearly twelve in the morning for Christ's sake."

"Don't get mad too much. I just wanted to say Congratulations."

"Yeah I get that. What for?"

"For your concert, selbstverständlich. I had meant to be there but Franz is trying to escape me. Again." He could almost imagine her whipping one of the world's greatest conductors back to Vienna. He would have face-palmed if he wasn't more annoyed than amused. "And I also have good news. Congratulations."

Now he was confused. In the midst of his confusion, he saw Tohru stir from her sleep, until one of her eyes opened, blearily settling on him. He kissed her on the forehead apologetically. "What news?"

Tohru became more awake as she realized Momiji was conversing in rapid-fire German with whoever was on the other end of the line. As she looked at him questioningly, he covered the mouthpiece and mouthed 'Elise' to her, to which she nodded at him, still half-asleep.

"You'll find out. I forgot the mail is slower. Let me know what you think once you received it."

"You're not making any sense Elise. Can we talk about this when I'm more awake? And do check for time differences before calling next time, sheesh."

"Give it a week." Was her final words, before the line cut off.

He tossed his phone somewhere near as Tohru looked at him a bit worriedly. "That was Elise-san? Is something wrong?"

Momiji shook his head, frustrated more than happy that his manager called to be technically cryptic in the middle of the night. "Yeah. Called just to congratulate me, but twice. Not sure what the second one was for. Something about her having some good news."

"Do you have any idea what it is?"

"Not really. She said there's a mail and I'll probably find out within the week." He settled back down, stretching beside her once more. "Her timing really sucks."

Tohru began to rub his arm in order to lessen the frustration so visible on his handsome features. "Well, if she says its good news then there's probably no need to worry."

He took her in his arms. "Probably. I don't want to think about it now, though. I just want to sleep."

She couldn't resist the urge to sigh in satisfaction. "Okay. Let's go to sleep then."

So saying, they both succumbed once more to the call of Hypnos, which came quicker this time, the silent cocoon of their embrace enveloping them once more as he buried his face into Tohru's sweet-smelling hair, calming him down more than any other scent will do.

Classical Music Scene: The arrival of a virtuoso

By: Lena Ascot

Last night saw the arrival of Japanese-born violinist, Henry, to his mother country's stage after a year of touring Europe. It is an arrival rather than a return as this was the first time that the violinist has performed publicly in Japan's stage, which had long awaited the virtuoso's music to be heard throughout its sacred grounds. The 23 year old, who had snatched the limelight when he had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere a year ago just to dominate and win the Johannes Brahms and Henri Vieuxtemps competitions, joined hands with the Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra led by conductor Andre Battisoni, and played through an interesting line up of classical and modern, soundtrack pieces.

Henry exhibited the reason as to why he had won two competitions in a row as he opened the programme with a bang, indeed: Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D Major. This is considered as only one of the two most successful concertos Tchaikovsky had written, and by far, the most difficult. Henry's amazing musicianship shone through as he led the orchestra through the transition between the movements and passages effortlessly, as well as displaying his capacity to connect emotionally to the composer and show what the composer must have felt at the time of the composition.

The second half of the programme also saw Henry and Tokyo Philharmonic performing soundtrack pieces from the much-loved Studio Ghibli animation and the famous game franchise Final Fantasy, solidifying Henry's versatility, as well as his romantic side. The Theme of Love, the final piece of the night, had certainly captured the audience's attention, bringing to mind the nostalgic feeling of love and being in love. Henry had effortlessly made everyone recall the joy of seeing the special people in your life, which many is currently speculating was because of the current inspiration he had found in a lady he had begun seeing when he had returned to Japan by the name of Honda Tohru. It is revealed that the two had known each other since their high school days and had been recently reunited.

Already some had nicknamed the virtuoso the Niccolo Paganini of the East. Henry certainly is proving that he is worthy of such a title and that this is just the beginning for him. After last night's performance, critics and music aficionados will certainly continue to keep an eye on this young talent very closely.

A week after Momiji's concert was Tohru's graduation, and the opening of Ricchan's café, which brought delight to everyone. Tohru was due to start on the second day of the opening but was there on the first day, just so she could have enough time to get used to the interior of the store and go over the menu once more with Ricchan. She had practiced some of the cakes and even parfaits at home, mostly for Momiji's sweet tooth to be assuaged and to see how long it would make as well. Needless to say, as Momiji put it, "I'd be nervous if any other man tastes your desserts – you'll effortlessly capture their hearts." To which she had blushed, but proceeded to kiss him senseless due to his silliness and to drive the point home that he was the only one she wanted to capture the heart of.

The café, much to everyone's surprise including the proprietor's, is a hit even on the first day. Luckily, they were prepared and had Tohru's supposed assistant patissieres start, but it was still a pleasant surprise. Tohru was happy that she was joining on the second day, and couldn't believe how doubly happy she is seeing the customers enjoy the snacks and cakes she had made, which made even more customers line up for the store.

A week after Ricchan's store had opened, the reason upon Elise's cryptic, late at night call to Momiji arrived at his mailbox.

He had gone to check his mailbox early morning as was his habit ever since he had returned from Paris, and had begun sorting through them methodically.

"Junk, junk, bills, junk, bills…" his murmuring to himself stopped as a thick, white envelope caught his eye. He turned it, eyes widening at the stamped logo on the front of the envelope. He would recognize the logo anywhere.

He hastily opened the flap, pulling out the enclosed letter, eyes scanning the contents too quickly that he had to stop, calm himself down and read from the beginning again.

Dear Mr. Sohma,

On hearing about your recent successes in Vienna, Europe and your concert from last week with the Tokyo Philharmonic, we wish to extend you the invitation to be our guest soloist during the next season of performances at the New York Philharmonic. Your manager, Elise, has assured us of your availability, but we wish to confirm this in writing as soon as possible.

Enclosed is a list of dates that are on offer.

We look forward to a positive response from you and for this to be a possible mutually beneficial venture.

The New York Philharmonic

Dun dun dun dun.

The New York Philharmonic happens to be one of the best, oldest and most prestigious orchestras around the world. It's like every musician's dream to be a part of it… well probably some, but you know what I mean. Question is, what would that mean for our beloved bunny and onigiri?

Yeah, so I only just began writing the next chapter and there's no telling when I would be able to finish it. Hopefully by next week, but let's see. I don't have as much time now as I did before. *sigh*

See you in the next one. As always, feel free to lemme know what you think!

Love,

Michiko