A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Guys it's Kanae she's back!" Motes enthusiastically slid down the banister, being careful not to hit himself and get a nosebleed like the first time he met her. He opened the door and instead of Kanae, he was met with an anxious Tchaiko and concerned Bada. "Hello! Kanae isn't here yet but you're welcome to stay!" "Move." Tchaiko pushed past Motes and ran upstairs, Bada following close behind them. "Li-chan! Li-chan! Are you okay?" They hugged Liszt, and let out all their worries "I heard from Bach-sama that you almost died are you okay? The cold isn't anything to mess with 'kay? Trust me on that" "Huh, what?" she looked up tired, sort of understanding what they were saying to her. "I'm ok now don't worry," she hugged Tchaiko back "and how did Bach know about this? He rarely contacts us" "pftt you really believe that a snowstorm in summer won't catch someone's attention. It's was obvious it was Musik. But whatever, a rumor began spreading in the Arkhe building, that angsty blond brat Wa-kun had gotten a message from Kanae that you'd gone out into the storm last night, and that next thing you know dead! But seriously you literally almost died right?" "I guess you could say that", she laughed. "But no worries, it's passed, how are you?" "Woooow" Bada rolled her eyes "you realized that you never were good at changing the subject all of a sudden right? Something is wrong here." She sat down next to Liszt. "Ok so actually the thing is, I think it would be best if we talked about this outside." "But uhh, you need rest 'kay? Stay here we can talk quietly" "Ok," Liszt began, "so it somehow began with Chopin dreaming about George Sand." Liszt then proceeded to relate the whole story of how the snowstorm was created, and how she'd tried to reach out and help Chopin but passed out due to the cold "I mean, part of love is being there for others right" "yeah but not literally almost killing yourself. You're pretty lucky you're alive 'kay?" "True, but something is off here. The mansion is awfully quiet, which is saying a lot considering him," Liszt pointed to Motes who was trying to "figure skate" in the foyer with his heelies while laughing. "Yeah, that's saying a lot." Bada had a look between annoyance and satisfaction, this mansion was a kind of comfort to her, free from the stresses of performing and fans. Well not free from one fan. "BADAAAAAA!" Souske came running towards her, enthusiastic as ever. "Not today lover boy." Bada held her hand out nonchalantly, stopping Souske in his path. "Just leave us alone okay?" "But?" "'No buts just leave us alone sausage" "It's Souske." Souske sadly went back downstairs, if there's one thing he learned from them, is that Claskey:Klaskey never messed around. Bada then got closer to Liszt and whispered "I need to tell you something here, I know I can trust you" "let me guess is it about love?" Bada sighed.
"Unfortunately. Lately as we've been touring, I've been thinking about how even though Tchaiko and I fight a lot, we always make up. And in the swan Musik, we just happened to pair up. Li-Chan I don't know what I'm seeing now but I…..I" Bada looked around and saw Tchaiko sneaking downstairs to see if they could steal a couple drops of vodka without Liszt noticing. Seeing that the coast was clear, Bada whispered. "I….I think I love them" Liszt tried to contain a squeal of glee "I'm so happy you found love" she hugged her firmly. "too….tight!" Liszt loosened her grip and let Bada continue "but I haven't told them yet. And as an idol I'm not supposed to be dating, especially my fellow bandmate. If the agency figures out…" "Shut up about the agency, nothing can stop true love!" "I know just the thing is, how can I sing while also betraying my true feelings. I see them every day and my heart seems to call out. It sounds corny, I know but their eyes, and their transformation, those sunflower colored curls, those iris blue eyes" she smiled, "I think I could better show it like this. I've been practicing a little bit of piano as a destressor during the tour" Bada went downstairs towards the piano and began to play. The A flat major arppegiated chords were infused with those feelings of forbidden love, of seeing the beauty in one person, yet not being able to tell them, while the minor section was imbued with the knowledge that she could never outwardly confess these feelings, and the complicated relationship that she had with Tchaiko, of jealousy, that they seemed to be more, loved, by the fans." This….isn't this my piece?" Bada spoke as she kept playing "yeah, I've been playing and playing and "Liebestraume no 3" is the only piece that I feel conveys my emotions." Although her hands were quite small, Bada was able to play the entire piece perfectly. As she lifted her hands from the last chord. Tchaiko returned disgruntled "why is it on the top shelf you know I'm short" Bada looked awkwardly at them. This was the worst possible moment for them to arrive, she had just confessed her feelings through music, and they probably had listened to the piece. "You've got to be kidding me" she thought, her heart pounding. "I can't tell them I can't I need to keep it in, it would ruin both our careers, and what if I scare them away?" Tchaiko looked back at Bada "hey that sounded pretty good 'kay?" Bada felt a mix of terror and relief. Could they have seen the intentions behind the piece, or did they just think it was beautiful. "I mean," she thought, "they're a musician just like me, and their pieces are so so expressive. It would impossible for me to hide my feelings from them." She sighed, at least she had confessed in one way or another. "Come on, we need to get back, we have dance rehearsals in 15 minutes 'kay?" Tchaiko grabbed Bada's wrist firmly and swiftly head out the door. Bada looked back and smiled, her joy bubbling up, making her feel lighter. Maybe she could not outright tell Tchaiko how she felt, but in these small unplanned moments of connection, she felt as if part of her soul were set free. Yes, something about music, even if it weren't hers, could convey feelings better than any words could. How one pitch could reveal her inner emotions better than one hour of speaking. It was these kinds of moments of pure expression that made her grateful for her talent for music. After all, these kinds of gifts must have been bestowed for some reason. But no, there was a concert in a week, and she needed to focus on her voice, the choreography, her posture and every small movement of her body. This was no time for wishful thinking, it was all some kind of fantasy, a dream of love. As she got changed into sweatpants for dance practice, Bada let the events of the day run through her mind, how Liszt almost died for friendship, and how Tchaiko might have heard her piece for what it really was, a confession. "No," she thought, "I need to focus on this routine, I dream of the impossible." And with that, she finished dressing, and stepped into the bright mirrored dance room.