Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Author's Note: Okay, a few things. Today's prompt was really close to home for me. I am addicted to music. Whether it be on the radio, in movies or whatever, I love it. Also, I play the flute and piccolo, as well as have the basics for the clarinet, piano, bass drums, and saxophone. Add in the fact I can sing (Lots of vocal coach lessons) and can sorta compose music. IT is an integral part of who I am. Music is in everything I see, feel and hear on a daily basis. My belief that it is what helps shape us as a person, both individually and as a collective. Now onto day 6.

Lucy's P.O.V.

Carefully, Lucy made her way into the large hall. Her brown eyes going wide at the sight of the stage at the far end. Rows upon rows of seats leading towards it. As private balconies overlooking it. The sheer magnitude took her breath away. It was magnificent in all its splendor.

The Fiore Grand Music Hall. Her dream, her goal and potential reality if she passed her cello audition.

"It's something else, isn't it? Just steals the air from your lungs."

Starting at the voice suddenly speaking from behind her. Lucy felt her face heat as she spun around. Only to see a slender chest clothed in a white pressed shirt, with long black hair that had a green tint draped across it. Lifting her eyes up to look at the amused purple eyes sitting above a long nose.

Swallowing nervously as her mind quickly gave her mouth a reply.

"Yes, it is and does. Ever since the first time I came here."

The slight rise of the man's eyebrows and look of surprise in his purple eyes scanned her over from head to toe and back again. Making her feel a bit insulted before recalling she was wearing leggings over a large knit sweater she had belted at the waist. Her hair up in her normal half side-ponytail. Not looking the heiress she really was.

"Oh.. and when was that miss?"

The way he drew his words out, told her he didn't believe her at all. So with a sigh and small smile, Lucy did her best not to sound snappish.

"Lucy, sir. I was a child of about five. My family came before my mother passed away."

The slight look of sympathy flickered across his face before it was smoothed out. Before he shrugged noncommittally at her.

"Hm, okay. You do know that this hall is not open to the public, Lucy. It is only accessible to the halls staff, director and members of the symphony."

His perfunctory dismissal in the tone of his voice set her nerves further on edge. As he eyes narrowed at the pompous man before her. She knew all that. If the man had any working brain cells in his head, he has figured out she was here for a reason. Her audition.

Ever since seeing the symphony, Lucy had dedicated her life to being a part of it. Hours of practice, till her fingers had blistered and bled. Earning her own way into Fiore's most prestigious music school, 'Fairy Tail'. Where she fought to be the top of her grouping and the whole student body, without using her family name.

"I am well aware... sir.. but I do have a right to be here. So you're barking up the wrong tree."

Her words forced out to sound as polite as they did. Causing the man to look shocked as a small, cold smile curled his lips. She could see the question he was going to ask in his eyes. Deciding not to let him ask it, Lucy spun a walked past him. Her shoulder rudely bumping him on her way out of the hall, mood ruined.

THAT EVENING

Cello in hand along with a severe case of nervousness, Lucy made her way down an aisle towards the stage. This was it, her one big chance to make her dreams come true. Images of both the good and bad up till this point flashing thru her mind. The irony of it wasn't lost on her since this was a life or death situation to her. Having closed the doors on all options and opportunities in her life.

Sure she knew that should play in the other orchestra's or live as she was, the heiress to the Heartfilia Konzern.

But that held absolutely no appeal. It would be boring for her. A lack of constant dedication, a driving force to always succeed her accomplishments. No, no matter what Lucy had to main this audition and land a seat in the Fiore Symphony. It was a palpable need.

Suddenly realizing her feet were taking her up onto the stage. Lucy started her breathing exercise to calm herself down. Reaching the chair in the middle of the stage, turning to face the rows of seats. Seeing two people seated, waiting patiently.

Giving a soft cough as she bowed, announcing her name and piece she would be playing. It was a huge risk to play an original piece of work. But she was damn proud of it, naming it 'The Stars Guide Us' in lieu of her late mother. Who had not only instilled the love of music but a love of astronomy?

"Please proceed."

Stilling as she was righting herself. The voice that spoke belonged to the man she had spoken to earlier. Quickly Lucy set up her music score, then her cello. Gazing out, Lucy saw the man from earlier. His hair was now up in a clipped bun, glasses covering his eyes as a dark, amused smile graced his face. Causing the butterflies in her stomach to go nuts.

The man next to him looked unkempt in comparison. His messy medium length, sandy-brown hair, bearded face, who looked uninterested in being there in general. Unsure of which one was actually the Genius Composer and young Conductor of the Symphony. Lucy steeled herself only to draw her bow across the strings. Eliciting a bright, yet melancholy chord.

Eyes fluttering shut as she played the whole song. Telling the story of her life, with her mother, father and herself. All the good, bad, happy and sad. The crescendo at the end had her opening her eyes, realizing that her cheeks were wet with tears. Colors from playing the music by memory still dancing across her field of vision.

When no sound was heard, Lucy looked to where the two men were sitting. Noting only one was there, standing on his feet staring in awe. Quickly glancing around, Lucy saw the man from earlier leaving. Frowning as dread seeped into every pore of her body.

"That was amazing, Lucy."

At the sound of his voice, Lucy shifted her gaze back to the unkempt man. Who seemed to lose a bit of his smile, telling her that she was wearing her thoughts on her sleeve.

"Don't worry. It isn't often that Director and Composer Lahar is moved like that. The man is a stick in the mud. But I promise you, he liked your original piece. It was the reason I asked you to audition."

Eyes going wide at the man's words. Fresh horror flooding her system at the earlier conversation they'd had. Putting on a timid smile as she stared nervously at the man before her.

"Oh don't worry Lucy. You need to be here tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp. He doesn't tolerate tardiness. See you then."

Unable to formulate a reply or keep her jaw from dropping open at his word as they sank in. Elation made a soft relieved chuckle escaped her lips. Seeing the man pause to look back at her.

"By the way, I am Max Alors. Keeper and manager of the symphony."

With that said, she watched him leave as well. Glad she was sitting. It was all just too much. But at that moment her dreams of being in the symphony were finally starting to come true.

~~ The End! ~~

Authors Note 2: I hope that you all enjoyed this little piece. Like I said this was a little close to home. Sadly when I tried for the local city symphony, I didn't make it. Due to having to miss the audition. A badly broken arm and left clavicle (collar bone). But I found another dream and went for it. So, here is a bit of moral of the story for you. Even if you fail, get your butt back up and try and try again. Because dreams are endless.