Disclaimer: Gundam's not mine, but I'm writing stories about it anyway! Bwahahahaha! Ahem, and also, don't sue me, because I'm not making any money off of this. Additional Disclaimers are placed at the bottom, so as not to spoil the surprise, if there is any... ^_^
t_j: First off, I'm going to thank all you peeps for the reviews! I'm really happy! Second off, I think this may be the last of the SillyShorts for about a few days...*I'm close to losing my humor muse, and my fanficcie friend Dragoni says that I should be careful not to write without my humor muse, so as not to make the SillyShorts lame as they go on - I think that's a good idea, don't you?* But! Not to worry! I'll try to keep the series going! I'm so glad you like them! Eh, on a third note, I think I'll actually be submitting something serious sometime...my drama muse is trying to make a comeback... And, on a fourth note - wait, I don't have a fourth note to make! Oh, well! Read onwards, peoples! ^_^*
SillyShort7!!!: by tyrne_j
Quatre was playing the violin again. Trowa could hear him from his perch on the Winner mansion rooftop; he had been waiting for l4's famed "Colony Sunset", when he heard the familiar song.
Trowa considered missing the artificial environmental show to join the performance below him. Quatre needs someone to accompany him... His flute sat beside him in its case, waiting to be taken out, and he eyed it carefully. Making his decision, Trowa took out the flute and assembled it, ready to join Quatre's playing while still sitting on the roof.
Just as he put the mouthpiece to his lips, however, the violin gave an awful screech, and he almost dropped the flute to cover his ears. What the - ? The violin continued to screech loudly, along the same melody as before, but horribly raspy and out-of-tune.
"Gah!" Trowa's musician ears began to bleed, and he whimpered. This is the same song...Quatre's never played like this before...What happened?
The song reached its climax, and the violin rose to meet the challenge, shrieking out like nails on a chalkboard.
Dorothy stopped playing and pulled the earplugs out of her ears. She then turned and gazed expectantly at her tutor, who had begun to scream pathetically in the middle of her performance.
"Don't I play superb, Quatre? I think I like this piece. I'll play it every night."
Quatre could only whimper and rub his ears harder, curling up tightly as if to prevent even further assault from Dorothy's playing. The blond girl looked confused for a moment, then heard something else.
"Funny, I think I hear screaming..."
End
t_j: ^_^* Like the others, I just picked some familiar scene...the colony sunset? Well, uh, ::shrugs:: ..there had to be some reason Trowa was sitting on the roof...kind of lame, huh? Anyway, you know that drill...r+r, and thanks for reviewing! I'm so happy you like the SillyShorts! ::beams idiotically, goes into hyper mode:: Haha!!!Wheee!!!!!
Additional Disclaimers: because I'm too lazy to put it up top but I would have enough energy to put in a note in the disclaimer - kind of contradictory, ne? Umm....I guess there's not really something else I have to write a disclaimer for...oh, well...