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A family is like a piece of music. There are loud notes low notes and out of place ones but when they are all together they are beautiful"
The place was in chaos, Ianto walking though it all serenely like he was deaf, not a single grimace or glare as they all screamed and roared at one another.
Imp was watching the madness and turned to Ton, "we are all bloody mad!"
"Yeah, but it's great isn't it?" Ton gushed, "Look at Monkey. I didn't know he could stand on his hands like that."
"But no one is listening to one another, they are all just talking" Imp theatrically flopped his hand at the wrist like he was conducting them all and Ton laughed as he pointed at him.
"See? Music. They are making music, even you have to hear it. Tadda does. He says sometimes it's so pretty listening to the world in this room that he wants a recording of it for when he's lonely." Ton smiled "Tadda sez we are instruments in his orchestra. All making the music of life. I think you might be a conductor, since you started this falling over the toy and now they are all off like mad hatters."
"Music" Imp considered "Like … a strange piece of music only one person can hear and like? Like Death Metal that is horrible but … Fredderik likes it?"
"Yeah. Maybe it's my Mama listening up in Valhalla or yours. Who knows … someone somewhere is listening to us, our mad, mad world and crazy and it makes them feel good. Like a pretty piece of music."
"I like that" Imp decided, "I like that lots. We are all instruments. But Tadda has to be the real one in charge, he sets the tone and tempo after all"
"And there ya go, you've lost me. See? I am just an instrument, I don't understand the workings of it all." Ton laughed, "Come on, let's go play the piano."
Soon the noise changed and became a song as they settled and Ianto led them in a song about how wonderful the world is.
Imp has to agree.
Taddy's heart providing the beat.