Will be pretty busy, so sorry in advance.
ALB
The start of any musical piece, as well as, its conclusion should sound the best overall. The audience will best recall the start and the end. Also, since this was a competition, he had to follow the score as accurately as possible.
"Not to dissuade our performance, but I don't think anybody knows what we're playing." Mel inquired.
Alb and Mel just finished the start, and now started to play the waltz itself. "That's true... I guess that decreases the pressure." Alb replied, albeit a bit doubtful. Although, Alb was dumbfounded by himself.
Alb, for some reason, knew this piece perfectly. But the thing was, he didn't even know the name of the waltz nor does he even know the composer. He just remembers how it sounds, and how to play it. But, there was no point in pondering, they were now starting the complex part of the waltz.
ROYALS
"Wow." The young count gasped. Eldolf was smiling, enthusiastically. Prince Dreambert was the first to speak, "His tempo is amazing, the balance is impeccable, he has a royals posture, and looks professional too. What is he playing, actually?"
Queen Melinda, replying "We have waltz's played almost all the time at our balls, from different composers to different ages. How have we not heard this before!?" She said this with amazement and annoyance. "I think we have a winner, he seems to know what he's doing." The young count said.
"Agreed." They all replied, confidently.
ALB
"I think we may have won..." Alb thought. The piece was near-perfection, the only mistakes made were really on Mel's part, but they were minor mistakes. They had finally reached the conclusion. "You know, for a dimensional competition, this was easy... Don't ya think?" Mel thought. Alb certainly agreed, he didn't even know he could play the piano until he sat down. "Well, we're almost done. Let's make this ending memorable." Mel commented, with spunk. "Yes, let's."
ROYALS
"They reached the ending, such a shame, they sound amazing." Queen Melinda says, sadly. "We'll hear them again. They pretty much won." Eldolf says. And, they did finish. "You know, this seems like a pretty hard piece, and it doesn't even look like they had the music sheets with them." The young count said.
The Royals took note of that too. They finally finished, and stood up, bowing to the window. "Well, let's go meet our representative for this competition." Queen Melinda said, eagerly.
She didn't bother looking like a lady and speed-walked to the door. "Melinda, please th-" Eldolf tried to say before she ran off to Alb. The Royals quickly followed suit and saw Queen Melinda squishing the poor pianist with her... circles.
ALB
"Urm, uh, miss, no... your..?" Alb gasped, feeling like he was being crushed by an anvil. Who is she!
He looked at the guard, and he looked amused, unsure, and Alb swore he blushed. "Melinda! Please, you're smothering the poor boy!" A man called out, pleadingly. Mel was laughing uncontrollably, and he couldn't see anything but purple.
"What is this anyway!" Alb questioned before the object was pulled away from him. Mel, somewhat gaining her composure, said: "It's her bo-" "I see that now!" Alb mentally shouted, in humiliation. Alb was in shock and quickly snapped out of it, to see 4 individuals.
The girl, or women, who was smothering him was wearing purple and had a beautiful face, there was a flying pillow amalgamation, and 2 Darkners who were wearing very sophisticated clothing. One of the Darkners was Eldolf, and the other looked similar to Eldolf yet younger. "Your Highness, can you please not do that, like ever!" The pillow said. "But he's so cute and looks so innocent!" The human women said. "No! Not a reason, he probably already has a sweetheart." The younger Darkner said.
Alb, feeling awkward, looked over at the guard. The guard gave him a look, that practically screamed: "I pity, yet am so jealous, for you." "You! What's your name!" The queen asked, with authority yet still with kindness. Alb, for some reason, lost the ability to speak, so he ended up stuttering out his name, "A-a-alb, your Highness." "Good work on being professional Alb, they probably feel awkward at this conversation." Mel smugly replied. "I hate you, Mel. If I get punished, it's your fault."
ROYALS
"By Grambi, WHY must the queen of the Tribe of Ancients be so embarrassing." Prince Dreambert thought, putting his hand in front of his face. The pianist looked extremely tense and just looked. "So, Alb. Tell me." Queen Melinda, said with a mischevious glint.
Eldolf saw this and Prince Dreambert knew where this was going. "Please, your highne-" "Do you have a crush, a sweetheart?" She said, with the most playful tone possible. "Urm, no your Highness, I don't have a crush nor a sweetheart." The pianist, Alb said. Melinda looking surprised was about to say something else when the Count of the Tribe of Darkness stopped her.
"No, your Highness, do not say what you are going to say." Snapping his fingers, and silencing her. The queen pouted and went back. "So! You can play the piano too." Eldolf commented. Alb nodded, looking unsure about something. "Ah! Don't worry. You don't need to bow, at least to me anyway." Eldolf laughed, the young count giving an exasperated look.
"In any case, for the sake of formalities, let us introduce ourselves, I am Count Marcus Bluebell from the Tribe of Darkness, and this is my father, the former Count. Eldolf Bluebell." The pianist bowed and seemed to be looking down at the ground. "Odd, these are the mannerisms one is supposed to present to a count from the Tribe of Darkness. How does he know this?" Count Marcus thought. But, before he could ask, or even comment, the queen quickly jumped in.
"Well, dear. My name is Queen Melinda Puren. I am the ruler of the Tribe of Ancients." The pianist took note, and did a short curtsy, and looked at the queen straight in the eyes. "My, somebody has done their research, on how to act around a royal from our tribe. But... He doesn't look like he's from here. Maybe, I should.."
"I am Prince Dreambert. The ruler of Pi'illo Island." The pianist stood still, yet his head was down.
"So, we just are pleased to inform you that have won the spot of being the representative pianist of the dimensional tribes. " Count Marcus proclaimed. Queen Melinda giggled bubbly and quickly hugged him again. The royals sigh and went to save the poor pianist.
ALB
"Well, they're an interesting bunch. Don't you think, Mel?" Alb thought. Mel just grunted affirmatively, but Alb swore he heard insecurity in that grunt. But, as much as he wanted to ask Mel, he couldn't. He was being smothered again and was currently struggling to breathe. "Your Highness, For Jaydes sake, let go of him!"