"It seems like he is trying to pull bigger business to help him in his work." Bach stated as Akira pulled up something on the large board.

"Yes, and with that, more headache for us." she pointed out.

"So what does that mean?" Jenny asked, half afraid of what would be said.

"As of now, I'm not too sure." Akira answered her.

"It could be him trying to better his recourses outside of his own reach." Bach noted as he looked over everything again, "If he can get his hands on more scientists and government officials, even business to back him even more, we may find ourselves in a deeper situation."

"More like out of a business." Tchaiko muttered as Bada hummed in agreement.

"But there has to be a way to prove that he is doing wrong, no?" Liszt asked.

"If there was a way, we would have done it." Akira replied.

Jenny felt small in the large room, listening as each of them added their own piece of mind to the onslaught of Warin and his scientists. Since the day he attacked Beethes, he was a thorn in their sides. Popping out of the blue to either attack or gain knowledge, yet out of them all, he left her alone. And it terrified her.

Under Bach's order, she left her little office job and was closer to the home, now as a music teacher at the local school, not only for her own protection but also for Sousuke and Kanae's as well. She didn't really complain but it did take a toll on her after a little while, yet she did gain some assistance at times. And that was her biggest fight, which of them would go with her and help her classes. She normally took the less rowdy of them all, yet there were times Cho and Shuu were even too much on her. But after a few spies of Warin's were at the school, he made sure it was himself most of the time in her room.

A gentle squeeze of her hand brought her back to the meeting, seeing Tchaiko and Bada getting heated with Wagner. It wasn't hard to figure whom, she could see Liszt's grin from the corner of her eye as his finger's traced her own, sending the comforting warmth through her. Cautiously, she took his hand, entwining their fingers together as she rested their hands on her lap.

"No need to fret Jenny, you'll be fine." she heard him say.

Turning his way, she found those deep, stunning eyes looking at her as that crooked grin graced his face, "I know Ludwig."

He gave one more squeeze, relaxing his hand with hers as the conversation from them got deeper just for Tchaiko to stand up, "A show!"

"A show?" Shuu questioned.

"Yes a show, to draw everyone out."

"You mean draw Warin and the other's out to us?" Motes added on.

"To draw them out and have us find them will not only expose them of what they are trying but help us in the long run, yes?" Bada added.

"And how do you plan that out?" Beethes asked.

"He's got a point." Cho quietly agreed.

Wagner walked over to the large display of information as he glanced over at Bach, "If we are to create a show, it has to hit the type of audience. Nothing extraordinary or massively lavished, but enough to have them wanting more. An encore of sorts."

"That would bring them forth but how?" Akira asked.

"The Hall gathering." Bach replied.

"What's that?" Motes asked.

"It's a gathering of officials mostly. In cases like this with them, companies and government officials with either yay or nay ideas and written proposals from other companies to get more of their resource or to push their name farther into the industries."

"Like Tchaiko and I?" Bada asked him.

"Yes, but not fully for you. I knew what I was targeting doing that just like Wagner when he did it."

"Yes, but I was focused on one thing there."

"Either way," Beethes announced, "How would this work with them? These companies."

"You have to find something that would bring them in, something that hasn't been done or heard." Akira replied.

"Guessing you don't have another ClassicaLoid up your sleeve?" Liszt joked.

Jenny listened to them all banter and argue over things, like children in the fields arguing who went next. Shaking her head and patting his hand, she moved from her seat, taking her sights to the city below. It was odd really, realizing what she had missed from her years before to find herself within this new time. So much had changed yet people and music seemed to still be the same.

The city stretched out before her, a hustle and bustle of life, barely noticing what was really going on within the tall building. She wondered of the others, trapped in the facility, trying to get out and escape the hell they all endured.

"You ok Jenny?"

Turning her head, she saw Bada standing beside her, taking in the same sight, "Oh, yea. Just deep in thought."

"That or escaping to breathe?" the woman grinned at her.

Small shouts of protest came to her, glancing back she watched as Beethes poked Wagner and Motes antagonized Cho and Shuu, just for Liszt to argue with Tchaiko as Bach shook his head at them all. Dovo wandered up to her, seeming to escape the torment as well.

"Both." she replied, looking back over the city.

"May I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What do you miss most? I mean before you awoke as a Classicaloid?"

Jenny pondered on Bada's question, thinking of all the times she had performed and the places she had been, yet there were a few that stuck out the most, "Truth, I miss performing for the poor. Giving them a view of the world that they could never see, unless by pure luck. One of those times I performed for a home for the blind, I can still see their faces. Lit with awe and beauty, it was the children that made it the better of times for they asked to 'see' me."

She closed her eyes, remembering the day deeply, "I can still feel their little hands on my face, telling me that my voice matched how pretty I was. And the quilt. Oh, that lovely quilt. I kept it dear to me, along with my little bird. All were made as a way of payment to see me. To me, those were the greatest prices of life. Of singing. Them and my children."

Bada smiled at her, her own eyes seeming to fall back into her own memories as well, "You really cared for them all."

"Of course. I was once poor and had little. A bastard child more to be precise, yet it never stopped me." she replied, "And now, look at me. I'm back again, the same woman I was years ago. Well, partially the same. Wish I was just a little taller though."

Bada burst out in laughter as Jenny followed, the lightheartedness of their conversation making them lost to the chaos behind them. She truly had grown close to them all, learning what made them what and why they were the way they were. It truly gave her a family feeling she feared she'd never gain.

"So, here's another one, and this I'm afraid would cause your headaches." Bada continued, "But what do you remember of the place?"

Jenny glanced back at the scene before her, feeling the small ache behind her eyes, just for a shuddering breath to leave her, "I never really saw them. We were all in small rooms, hidden away from everything. But sounds, on the other hand, that was constant. Once we believed we were alone, that's when it began. The gentle tone of a violin always came first. Sweet melodies filling the area, no real song but just notes to prove we were all there. It would be followed by a piano, harpsichord to be exact. Flowing gently with it and then a harp itself. Like water blending together, they moved perfectly together. A soft soprano would join them, no words were ever spoken, just vocalization. Then the alto and tenor would join, and before I vowed silence, I would be next. After me, would be another alto and the baritone. And last but not least, the flute would finally come in. Almost too afraid to even be heard. We would continue for as long as we could, for no harm came to us then. To us, it was proof we were all there and alive."

She could still see that dark room, the cold air suffocation her almost, but when they would start, everything that hurt them, was no more. She wondered about them all, hoping that they were alive and safe from harm, hoping that they would get out of the place before it was too late.

"Lord I hope they are all alright."

Bada's hand came to her arm, giving a small squeeze as she gave a small smile, "They'll be out soon. It's what we're trying to fix now."

"I know, I still worry."

"That's it! We'll do just that!" Wagner announced, startling them both.

"Do what now?" Tchaiko and Liszt asked.

"A concert for the elites, bring forth the ones that would pay to keep companies going and letting those companies campaign their work and ideas to them to have featured funds. If we are able to do that, we can lure Warinout with his people and get what we need."

"So you want us to lead them out by having other companies try and support him?" Cho questioned.

"How would that work and who would lure them all in?" Shuu added.

"Easy." Wagner grinned, "Bach here knows how to campaign with Akira, did it for you two so why not again. And a way to lure him close is singing."

"And who would be singing?" Bach asked.

"Simple. They know them and wouldn't fall for it, but what about a mysterious singer? One that hasn't been seen yet has such talent that the world wouldn't be able to handle it?"

"And where do you plan on pulling this singer out of?" Beethes asked.

"We already have her." Wagner stated as his eyes landed on her, "No other but the opera singer, Jenny Lind."

"What?!" she nearly shouted, "You're kidding, right?"

"That's a bit absurd don't you think?"Liszt stated.

"Very."

Jenny glanced over at Beethes, his shoulders stiff with his back straight and narrow, anger rolling off him as he glared darkly at the boy. That was not good. Yet the whole plan that Wagner had come up with was crazy on its own.

"Please elaborate how this will work?" she asked him, hoping that it was a joke.

"You said before when you were telling us about them what they liked, a woman with talent and to gain their ideas for more ClassicaLoids and people to use was a goal of theirs. Always trying to find the next talent. Why not give them that?" Wagner grinned triumphantly.

Jenny just shook her head as Tchaiko spoke up, "I think you have forgotten, they KNOW her voice."

"And that's where Bach or you two come in."

"Excuse me?" Bach's head popped up from his papers.

"Explain that one?" Shuu asked, gaining nods from Motes and Cho.

"With a little work and teaching you, Jenny, of the modern music industry, we will have you singing a new tune in a different voice than your own."

"You mean autotune?" Akira pointed out.

"No, you're saying to change her style of singing completely. Change her range and power in her voice that they won't notice her right off." Bach stated.

"Exactly." Wagner smiled.

"Is it really possible?" Liszt asked.

"It could be." Tchaiko replied, "But to do that we need to have her start right away and find a song that would fit her as well, so now we gotta figure that one out."

"I think I have that."

Jenny whipped her gazed to Bada as she smiled down at the phone in her hands, "Already? What song?"

"I know you said you had no full affiliation with the man besides business, but it's one that was designed around you." she replied, handing her the device.

Taking the piece in her hand, she looked at the song. The title said it all. She knew why Bada thought of it, even watched the damn movie to where it belonged, yet her mind wouldn't stop racing, "Do you really think this could work?"

"Without a doubt." Wagner grinned.

"And what are you willing to barter if it doesn't" Beethes practically growled out.

"No reason to barter anything, she's not going to be alone, we'll all be there."

"So while she sings, we keep an eye out for them, is that what you are going with?" Cho questioned.

"It makes sense." Shuu noted, "With Jenny giving a performance and pulling Warin and the others towards her, we can move on them when need be. To not only get them but protect her as well."

"Precisely. See, he gets it."

"There are risks with it all." Akira reminded, "There may be things we don't know yet with Warin and what else they may be capable of. All it would take is one mistake."

"Which we will not have." Wagner wagered with her.

Back and forth it went, the arguing between them all as they decided how to come forward with this insane idea. Jenny felt as if she was stuck in a tiny hole, being pulled from one end to the other as the debate got heated once more. She looked over the song again, knowing its lyrics and tune, yet it felt daunting.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

"Johanna?"

Well, there wasn't many that called her that. She found Cho beside her, nodding his head away from the ruckus of the room. Giving him a slight nod, she followed, hoping that it all would go silent.

"Are you thinking about the plan?" he asked as they went into the hall.

"Wouldn't you?"

"You're making it bigger than need be." he moved in front of her, "I know you are scared. I am as well, but this is serious in this case. We need to protect you but get the others they have and stop Warin as well."

Jenny sighed, "I know that, but am I really capable of doing that? Faking myself practically and luring people in, dear god it makes me sound like a wagtail."

Cho began to chuckle at her, "This isn't funny, Frédéric."

"I apologize. I just haven't heard that term in a long time."

She crossed her arms, pausing in her stride, "Would you like me to say whore?"

"I didn't mean it like that." he stated, "You were quite prudish those years ago."

"All because I heard how I was a bastard child for all my life, it was easier to care for myself."

"Johanna." those amber eyes glanced at her, "Please. Just trust us. I know you have the talent to accomplish this. No doubt about it. I just wish you had the confidence in it."

"I do have confidence in-"

"Barnum's circus?"

"Well that was-"

"Royal Opera House?"

"That was a different-"

"Pari-"

"You say that awful city, I swear I will slap you where you stand."

He smiled at her, "And there's the Prima Dona Opera singer I know."

The sneaky man. He pulled up each feat she had come to and faced, and yet conquered them in her years of singing, "You sly fox."

"Proved a point, no?"

She couldn't help but smile at him, "You always did know how to get me to see the good of myself."

"And it's not just me anymore. I see how you look at each other, especially when you sing. It's almost like you are constantly asking him if you did well, and all he has to do is smile at you."

Jenny felt her cheeks grow hot, she hated the fact she was so easy to read, "Don't worry about it Jenny, you are still the same singer I remember all those years ago."

"Thank you, Frédéric."

"You're welcome." he smiled, "Well I think the fight has quieted down, maybe I'll go see how bad the damage is. Behave little Nightengale."

Behave? "What do you mean by..." She trailed off as she saw what he meant.

In the doorway stood Beethes, nodding to Cho as he went back into the room. Now she understood why he left, still didn't help her with her nerves nonetheless.

"You alright Jenny?"

She sighed, "As best as I can be. I'm still worried about this all. It just seems-"

"Dangerous. Ja, I pointed that out to them." Beethes finished for her as he stood beside her, "No matter, it's still in the play. It's one of the options we have left to drag them out."

She looked back at the floor, truly torn between her thoughts of right or wrong. So many things could happen with this yet it seemed that no matter what she said, they would do what they wanted anyway. And that included her singing to Warin and his group.

"Besides." she felt his fingers grace her chin, pulling her to look at him, "If anything happens to you, I'll be right there to save you."

She giggled slightly, "Are you my knight in shining armor, riding a white horse to rescue me?"

"More like a dark musician on a black horse."

"Maybe riding an ass instead of a dark horse."

"Hey now," he smiled at her, "I may have the times of being one, doesn't mean I won't help you."

"I know Ludwig, I was just teasing you."

She glanced back up at him, his teal eyes looking down at her sweetly, yet there seemed to be turmoil within them, one that she had seen before in her years, "Ludwig?"

"Yes?"

"What's wrong?"

His eyes widened slightly, "Nothing."

"Now don't lie to me."

"Who saidI'm lying?"

She traced his cheeks, as they turned a light shade of pink, "These do. What's the matter?"

"It's really nothing Jenny." he moved away, just to whisper, "Just a small desire."

"What desire is that?"

"Sheisse, you heard that." he rubbed the back of his head, "Alright, I'll give it a shot."

"Alright then?"Jenny grew puzzled about him as he came up to her once more.

"Ok, I know we have courted for almost three months now. And every day I just find myself entrapped with you." he stated, "I want to do things right by you and how we were those years ago, but I just have one thing I'd like to do."

"And that is?"

He let out a shaky sigh, "You have the right to smack me one if I'm wrong, but I was wondering if you'd share a kiss with me?"

Did he really mean that? She looked at him as his eyes averted from hers but the longer she stared at him, the more it was real, "Are you asking to kiss me?"

"A little, ja."

She chuckled at him, "Ludwig."

Finally, he looked at her as she motioned for him to come closer, "You may have my kiss."

She swore she saw his eyes nearly fall out of their homes as his jaw hit the floor, she couldn't help but smile at him. His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her against his chest, one hand on her lower back as the other laid behind her neck. Dear god, she really was letting this happen. Her own arms locked behind his neck as they gazed at one another. His breath cascaded across her lips as he came closer to her. It really was now or never. Closing her eyes, she finally felt them meet.

Warmth overcame her as his lips molded with hers, dancing in its own tune of music. It was sweet yet passionate, just like she thought he would be as the lingering taste of coffee laid upon him. It was perfect. She could've sung an entire play at that moment, gave her everything to it as she relaxed in his kiss.

He pulled away, his forehead resting against her own as they tried to gather their thoughts. Dear god, how could she not have him? He was almost as addicting as singing and that dark drink he loved so much. It was a perfect blend of everything she knew so well.

Glancing up, she smiled at him as the large billboard out the window gave light to a name, one that had a headache coming on and her own dread filling.

"Jenny, what's wrong? I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked as she winced once more.

"I remember."

"What, remember what?"

She moved away from him, looking harder at the billboard as the company name flashed again. It flashed like it did when they dragged her down the halls to be experimented on, and she finally remembered it.

"What is it Jenny?" his hands laid gently on her shoulders.

"RosenGold. That's the name of it."

Beethes pulled her to look at him, worry plastered on his face, "The name of what?"

"The company Warin created me with and holding the others."