It really was a special gift, one that always seemed to keep on giving, as she paused to listen to it yet again. Ladybug may have been one side of her personality, and yet hearing a song about her still stopped her in her tracks especially since Jagged Stone had written it.
Everytime it played on the radio, she found herself singing along, line by line, and smiling as if the sun had finally broken through the clouds. It was the best gift that he could have ever given her, and hearing it live, became so much like something else, something kind of magical.
As Ladybug, magic seemed to fit, but yet she'd never expected getting yet another very special gift from Jagged Stone to her civilian identity other than that first concert and that wonderful day or the gift that he'd sent her just a little while ago to apologize after the Troublemaker fiasco.
As Marinette, she's nowhere near as famous as Ladybug.
"To the most talented designer that I've had the chance to meet and a new friend of mine." Jagged Stone announced, and Marinette leaned forward to hear his new debut song that he'd chosen until the concert that he'd gotten her free passes in for, the second concert that he's let her attend for free.
The audience was buzzing with such an eager anticipation and delight that Marinette half felt swept away under its current. Once the song began, Marinette soon realized it was about herself. It felt surreal as her friends and family nudged her, as she looked onward, just to see the bright smile on Jagged Stone's face, a gentle, affectionate one: a smile of pure friendship.
Her heart warmed like that first song 'gift' all over again except it was somehow even more special since it was for herself, no mask, no spots, no extra confidence, just Marinette who sometimes stumbled rather than moved gracefully, who liked a boy and could barely talk to him without stammering and stuttering through her words, and who got so caught up in her designs, that the minutes sped by.
The same Marinette who was often late to class, and yet she had such a sweet song written about her, thanking her, and almost sounding like another apology, in and of, itself, and she just knew that she'd ask for a copy of the song and play it over and over again until she could sing it just like she could sing along to the song that he'd written about Ladybug and most of his songs actually.
She could help how her smile though surprised grew content and so, so happy. If a spotlight were on her, they'd see one of the most stunned and amazed teenage girls in the room.