Once upon a time...there was a princess grieving over the deaths of her mother and father. Before this princess appeared a prince traveling upon a white horse. His appearance gallant, and his smile gentle, the prince enveloped the princess in the scent of roses, and wiped away her tears.
"Little one bearing up alone under grief, please lose not thy strength and nobility when thou growest up. As a token of this day, please retain this."
"Pray, shall we meet once more?"
"This ring should guide thee to me."
Was the ring from the prince meant as an engagement ring? That was well enough, but because of the strength of her admiration for the prince, the princess made up her mind to become a prince herself! But was that really such a good idea?
Ekaterinn: "Bejiin Chan what are you doing? This has NOTHING to do with our fic."
Bejiin: "But, it does! You see I'm showing them that I am a princess who is really a prince. And uhmm I have . . . well. . . no clue why! But it's important."
Ekaterinn: "Right Bejiin. . . why don't you just start the next chapter now?"
Bejiin "Hai!"
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Whenever sang my songs
On this stage, on my own
Whenever sad my words
Wishing they would be heard
I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy?
You'd always be there in the corner
Of this tiny lttle bar
My last night here for you
Same old songs, just once more
My last night here with you
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you?
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Darling so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Shall I be the one for you?
Who pinches you softly, but sure
If frown is shown then
I will know that
You are no dreamer
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So let me come to you
Close as I want to be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart beating fast
And stay there as I whisper
How I loved your peaceful eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you?
Darling so share with me
Your love if you have enough
Tears if you're holding back
Or pain if that's what it is
How can I let you know
I'm more than the dress and the voice
Just reach me out then
You will know that you are not dreaming
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"Just a little bit faster Hotohori!" Bejiin Ripley said with glee in her voice.
Hotohori (last name) groaned. "We've been practicing this for three hours, and all you ever say is 'Just a little faster Hotohori.' I'm not the only one who's going to hate you Bejiin Ripley. The orchestra is going to loath you, and the conductor. He'll have a heart attack!"
Bejiin nodded. "Right, well, prodigy's are quirky like that, and Andrew did specifically demand that we debut this piece."
Hotohori muttered, "Which I'm beginning to think was a big mistake on his part."
Bejiin looked up from her music. "WHAT was that?"
Hotohori buried his eyes in his music. "Absolutely nothing. So you think we should take this faster right? Well I suppose taking this section faster will definitely bring out the contrast to the slow second movement, just promise me we'll leave the slow parts slow ok Bejiin?"
Bejiin grinned with a triumphant smile. She had won the tempo battle again. "So shall we try this section again?" Hotohori nodded and the two began playing.
Ekaterinn Duval slipped into the back of the cold darkened theater. 'Bejiin is a well known cellist, you think she could at least get this place heated for her practice sessions.' Ekaterinn thought as she gave a shiver. Intense fast music poured through the auditorium and Ekaterinn sighed as she let her body relax.
*Flashback*
"Cut. Ekaterinn, you don't seem focused today. Your character, Mindy, is trying to recover from Amnesia. She can't remember that she was two-timing her boyfriend Mark, for the playboy Steven. Try to put more shock into your voice when Mark confronts you about all of this. You can't just act like you don't care. This is your boyfriend, and he's accusing you of cheating on him with a guy you don't even know." Ekaterinn nodded halfheartedly at the director. Her mind was on another problem right now, and that was the problem of Hotohori.
Glancing towards the stage, Ekaterinn looked over the two musicians, Bejiin was wearing long khaki pants and a green and brown plaid shirt. Her blond hair was pulled behind her in a low ponytail. Hotohori was wearing a pair of jeans and a nice purple sports shirt. His hair was also pulled out of his face in a low ponytail. The two musicians were perfect for each other, their fashion, their musical sense, and even their instruments matched perfectly. Ekaterinn let out a deep sigh wondering if he would ever notice her.
Just as the music was lulling into a soft slow section a loud beeping sounded. It was her cell phone. Someone had the audacity to call during her lunch break. Pulling the blue phone out of her purse Ekaterinn angrily answered the call. "Hello?" she growled. "Uhmm, Ekat. Hey this is Ryori." Ekaterinn pushed a button on the phone and it turned off. The director knew better than to call her during her lunch break. She looked back up knowing that the damage was already done. Bejiin and Hotohori never practiced for anyone.
"So, Bej, you're girlfriend is here."
Green eyes flashed in hostility. "She is NOT my girlfriend," the girl hissed in a deep voice.
"Lover's quarrel?" the man teased.
"WE are NOT lovers." Bejiin said coldly.
Hotohori smiled gleefully. "Finally" he said with a happy tone. Hurrying towards Ekaterinn, Hotohori slid the arm not holding a violin around her and said "So Ekaterinn, care to share all the gory details. It's obvious Bejiin isn't gonna spill."
Sliding out from under Hotohori's embrace Ekaterinn smiled sweetly. "Actually there's nothing to tell. We aren't dating."
"Told ya so!" Bejiin shouted from the stage as she put her cello in it's case.
"God knows Bejiin only loves his cello." Hotohori muttered.
"I heard that!" Bejiin shouted from the stage biting back her pride. I wish everyone knew the truth . . . that I'm not a man, Bejiin thought with a scowl. However, now was not the time to drop the bombshell. She did have an image to keep up. 'Damn my image!' Bejiin cursed as she hurried over towards Ekaterinn and Hotohori. "So where will we go to NOT eat lunch today?"
Ekaterinn glanced in mock surprise. This was Bejiin's normal routine. "Why whatever do you mean dearest?" she said teasingly.
"Well," Bejiin started "You movie star types never eat, and we musician types are too poor to afford water at the places you choose to not eat at. Soo, where are we going to not eat today?" Bejiin grinned a big goofy smile.
"Hmm, well I heard they opened up a new little joint on the corner of fifth and Avondale. I think it's called the rose garden. Why don't we try it?"
Bejiin's eyes widened. "The Rose Garden. Ekaterinn you must be insane. That place is beyond expensive. It's highway robbery! Well we can go there, but I'm not paying!"
Ekaterinn nodded. "Fine fine, my treat. I suppose even you starving artists deserve a good meal once in a while."
Hotohori nodded appreciatively. He'd heard that the really famous glamorous group from the city frequented that place. Perhaps he'd find someone there.
"Fine then, lets go." Bejiin said as she pulled her keys out of her pocket and pressed a small green button. As they exited the theater a red corvette convertible started up and Bejiin opened the passenger side door for Ekaterinn. Hotohori piled into the back and Bejiin jumped into her side not even bothering with the door.
"Show off" Hotohori muttered from the back seat.
"When you get your own corvette convertible, you may use it as you please, Hotohori. Until that time, respect those of us who do own them." Bejiin smirked as she sped towards the Rose Garden.
"Hey Bejiin. Do the words speed limit have any effect on you at all?" Ekaterinn shouted over the sounds of the busy city.
"Nope." Bejiin said as she turned on the CD player. Cake started blaring from her speakers as she hurried towards the restaurant. "Besides, I'm starving!" Bejiin shouted as they pulled into the restaurant's parking. "Damn" Bejiin said under her breath. "They have valet parking. Like hell I'm gonna let some little kid touch this car . . . "
"Oh grow up Bejiin." Ekaterinn said with disgust in her voice as she stepped out of the opened door.
"Do I sense some jealousy there Ekaterinn darling?" Hotohori said with mock interest.
Bejiin stepped out of the car angrily and handed the keys to the valet. "Take REALLY good care of this car. She's my everything!" Bejiin growled as she looked at the valet, her eyes like daggers.
"Of course Mr. Ripley. Your car will be just fine."
'Mr. Ripley again . . . I'm going to kill my agent.' Bejiin thought sadly as she followed the ever jovial Hotohori and Ekaterinn into the restaurant.
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