A/N- Chapter three. I'm still trying to get the story line all organized and come together. I hope its working. Thanks to those who've reviewed. Much appreciation. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, once again it is spawned from my lack of ideas!

Chapter Three:

Wear my badge,

Vinyl sticker with big block letters,

Adhered to my chest,

Tells your new friends,

'I'm am a visitor here,

I am not permanent'.

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight – The Postal Service

"No, you hold it like this." Michiru instructed the little girl.

Michiru had been teaching the chef's granddaughter for three days, very happy that she had quit her day job. This was a lot nicer than waitressing tables at the restaurant. The little girl was quite intent to learn how to play the violin, it reminded Michiru of herself in many ways.

"Very good, now just try to stand with your feet in position like this. That's right; it'll give you better balance while playing. Hey, you've got it!"

Michiru placed the bow in the little girl's hand, closing her small fingers around it. Then gently grasping her wrist and gliding the bow over the strings of the violin. A soft sound resonated from the instrument. The little girl smiled happily.

"That is a note. Can you try to make it by yourself now?" asked Michiru.

The girl nodded and attempted to replay what Michiru had led her through. It came out as an awkward squeak. If Michiru hadn't made so many of those when she was little she would've cringed.

"Try again, remember practice makes perfect. You'll get it soon enough if you keep going at it!"

The lesson lasted another forty minutes before the little girl had enough for the day. She had made some improvements, being able to play three different notes on key. Michiru hoped that by the next lesson the girl would have learned enough to play a small song.

Leaving the house Michiru began her trek home. The chef lived near her old work place so it didn't make that much of a difference in distance. She got home earlier now, which meant more free time for. She could not continue with the arts instead of putting them on hold.

Walking past her Junior High, she peered through the fence. The track team were doing warm ups, some of the members were running around the track.

'That looks nice.' Michiru thought, 'Too bad I'm not very athletic.'

She clutched her violin case closer to herself. She had her talents and that was enough. Michiru knew she couldn't do everything; she had to just be the best with what she had. And right now it was all that she had, her violin was what was keeping her together.

Her late night trances were beginning to scare her. She had become absorbed in playing her music before but never to the point where it felt like she had totally blacked out. But to Michiru, what were even more frightening were the images she had found playing in her head while she composed. The images to Tokyo collapsing before, the red light, the earth shattering under her feet, and the faces of all the people dying around her.

'I might just be over working myself. These are probably hallucinations caused my stress. I need to take it easy.' Michiru thought as she continued on her way home.

A/N – so, yeah. I am so not used to the whole layout. It looks so nice and organized on word and then WHAM! I post it up and it goes all screwy.

So…TBC.