Chapter 14 Metamorphosis (Or, to change from one thing to another)
Those nine days were the epitome of bliss, and both Asuka and Kurama found it almost impossible to leave their private island in the Pacific ocean. They'd made a good friend during their visit as well. Enoha made them promise to come back someday, gave them his house address, and asked them to write. When Asuka got back to Japan, she sent him her music CD with a thank you note.
What a perfect nine days.
They explored uninhabited islands via a sea Kayak, tried their hands at windsurfing, and made love so often Asuka felt like a newlywed.
The only downside was Kurama's agitation, which surfaced in the last days of their trip. He did his best to hide it, but Asuka could still sense it. She understood his feelings. For the first time in their relationship, Kurama tucked her away, like he always longed to. Giving that up was difficult—yet he did so without complaint.
And that's why I love him.
Some part of Asuka wished they could remain on that island, too. Maybe they would return someday.
"It's good to have you back," Kenji said as they walked into the nursing home together. "Though I'm guessing you don't want to be back."
Asuka chuckled. "Yeah, coming back was hard. It was so romantic and fun to get away like that. He really surprised me. But it's good to see you and the rest of our friends."
"Speaking of," Kenji said, pointing with his chin.
In the nursing home lobby stood a group of musicians dressed in black and clutching different instruments. Their leader turned and gave a wide smile.
"Hello, Ena," Asuka said.
"Asuka! Kenji! Glad you could join us."
Ena had styled her hair into a tight bun that complimented her bright red lipstick and bright red glasses.
"Good to see you," said Kenji.
Ena's instrumental group, called Koto, was not bound by a singular genre and often performed an eclectic mix of classical music and electronica. Their performances were among the highest rated in the business and today, Asuka and Kenji were joining for a charity classical concert.
Ena, above all else, had always believed in making music accessible and often performed for less privileged groups. Since she was so highly respected, many artists joined her free concerts. Asuka and Kenji were no exception.
Today, they were performing at the Fuyu Nursing Home, the largest nursing home in Tokyo. Ena loved educating people about music, and this concert was part of an ongoing series where the performance showcased a single composer's work. They started with Bach, then moved through Handle, Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Liszt, Debussy, and the last concert had been Rachmaninov.
The nursing home director came out into the lobby. "Hello Koto, welcome back to Fuyu. The residents are so excited to hear your lecture and your music."
"We are excited to perform!" Ena said.
The nursing director led the company into the auditorium.
Ena always started these concerts with an overview of the composer's life. It was unconventional, but successful. The residents loved learning something new, and many found themselves more invested in the music because they knew something personal about the composer.
Once the musicians got settled, the tuning and warm-ups began. Kenji played his favorite warm-up piece, and Asuka did the same on the piano. As everyone warmed up, Ena visited and spoke with each musician.
"Ready to play out of your comfort zone, Asuka?" Ena asked with a glint in her eye.
Asuka laughed. "You still manage to push me."
"What are friends for?"
Asuka winked, and Ena talked to the next musician. It struck Asuka just how little Ena had changed.
After the warm-ups and tuning were completed, the company exited the stage to give the residents time to enter and get settled.
"They do good work here," Kenji said as he peered out from behind the curtain. Wheelchairs, walkers, and even residents in beds were being wheeled into the large space.
"They do," Asuka agreed. "I'm so glad we've been able to be a part of Ena's projects for the past couple of years."
"Me too."
The two friends watched the slow stream of residents come into the auditorium and get settled.
"Hey Asuka?"
"Yes?" she answered as she continued to watch.
"Are you…doing okay?"
Her head whipped toward Kenji. The curtain fluttered. "What do you mean?"
He sighed. "Something has been bothering you for a long time, but it feels like it's gotten worse lately. Don't lie."
"I—"
The director of the nursing home went out on stage, and the voices of the residents quieted.
"We've got a full crowd today. Our guests don't need an introduction because they are friends of Fuyu. Please welcome Ena, head of Koto. "
There was polite applause as Ena came out, her heels clicking against the wood as she walked to the lone microphone in the center of the stage.
"It's good to be back," Ena said into a microphone. "If you've been to one of our concerts before, you know we give a brief history of the composer we are focusing on. We have finally arrived in the modern era, and today, we're going to be talking about Philip Glass."
Some residents nodded, but most stared blankly at Ena.
"Philip Glass was born in the United States in 1937," Ena said. "And he is one of the most influential modern composers. He studied at the Juilliard School in New York City before moving to Europe. He felt dissatisfied with the state of modern music and began carving out his own style, which has come to be known as minimalism. Glass dislikes the term, however. He prefers to say that he is a composer of, quote, 'music with repetitive structures.'"
Kenji gave Asuka an amused glance. He knew exactly how she felt about minimalistic composition. It was the anthesis of where her expertise and passion lay. Liszt would've hated the entire movement.
"Unlike most composers of the modern era who primarily work in the film industry," Ena continued, "Philip Glass primarily composes music for the concert hall. He has written operas, concertos, symphonies, and music for every instrument you can think of."
For this, Asuka greatly respected Philip Glass, even though his musical style wasn't suited to her tastes.
"Today, we will play a cross-section of his music," Ena said. "We hope you enjoy his mesmeric works."
The Koto instrumental group walked onto the stage.
"Though Philip Glass does not compose for film often," said Ena, "he did last year and won an academy award for his work on The Hours. The first piece we will play today is from that movie. It is called, 'The Poet Acts.'"
Kenji smiled at Asuka and then took to the stage where he sat in front of the other musicians. He looked at Ena, who had taken her place at the first chair violin spot. She nodded to the others.
The music began.
As Ena had said, "The Poet Acts" was in Glass' signature minimalist style, with the cello at the forefront of the piece.
Kenji closed his eyes as the bow moved up and down, slowly playing long, low notes.
Asuka had musical preferences, but the emotion of Kenji's playing swept her away. It was so beautiful. The repetition and the simplicity emphasized the somber notes, giving way to a deep feeling. Asuka stole a glance at the audience as Kenji played. They were enraptured.
Kenji often had that effect on people when he played, but this music…something about it connected with the audience. And judging from Kenji's face, he could feel it. When his playing ended, the audience remained silent.
The company played another song from The Hours, before they moved on to a classical piece—Violin Concerto I movement II. The music reminded Asuka of driving through a snowstorm in the mountains. It felt like the further up the mountain the car drove, the colder and windier it got, and the more intense the snow became.
The low somberness of the strings held up Ena's violin melody. Each repeating note emphasized the one before it as the melody got more complex and higher pitched. Ena wore her emotions openly, and her face twisted as her body moved with her fingers.
They cast a spell over the auditorium and many people were crying. Asuka felt her ki spark and resonate with the music. Something within her reaching and reacting to the sadness of the song.
Ena was lost too. Asuka had seen her friend play the violin countless times, but never like this. Her fingers moved up the fret, closer to her face as she hit one of the highest possible notes on the violin, which sang in haunted tones.
When the movement ended, there was another silent breath. The audience was too caught up in the piece's emotion to stir or clap.
Then, it was Asuka's turn.
Her presence stirred the audience, who clapped as she walked across the stage and took her place at the piano. She was going to play a series of pieces called "Metamorphosis". The first was "Metamorphosis Two".
Like the other pieces played this morning, it was also somber. Most of Glass' works seemed to be. The low notes on the piano repeated in rhythmic structures before some high notes were added on top. Those notes gradually got closer together.
It evoked the feeling of slow change.
Asuka closed her eyes and gave herself over to the beauty in the simplicity. The music spoke to her. It said, you must also change.
But the somber notes held on. For Asuka, this represented her grief at her circumstances. The top notes were loveliness in simplicity, and she needed to let herself feel them.
I can't grieve my situation forever.
Some part of her always would. She knew it was impossible to simply "stop feeling sad" because grief didn't work that way. But she also knew there was a difference between trying to find beauty despite her less-than-desirable situation and wallowing in her grief.
She had to find something beautiful to hold on to. There was Kurama, of course. But there was also something else: her friend's children.
There were so many children around her. They weren't her children, but they were family. Perhaps she could take more of an active role in their lives and help where she could. I love my friend's children. Even the demon boys, as Yusuke calls them. They are mischievous but are such a delight.
She continued to work the repeating notes on the piano.
It wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it was a way to give away all the love she had stored for her own babies. And with Yukina's coming any day now, and Keiko's third due later in the year, a lot of extra help would be needed. Her schedule had large gaps where she was free to do whatever she wanted. She should take more advantage of that.
Shizuru also needs more help. I should call her later.
Satisfied with how she was going to take a step forward, Asuka ended the song. She felt, perhaps, like she had a little hope.
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After the concert was over, the musicians went and mingled with the nursing home residents. There was a lot of enthusiasm and smiles. One older woman asked Kenji why he wasn't married—Kenji replied he was married to his music.
Thankfully, no one asked Asuka such personal questions.
"It seemed like you enjoyed the music," Ena said to Asuka.
"I did. Nothing beats your performance, though. I hope you'll perform it again soon."
Ena smiled wistfully. "That one is special. It's beauty amid the pain. I think all of Glass' works have that aspect, but the movement two of that Concerto especially. He wrote that for his father, who had died."
"Mmmm…I understand," Asuka said.
"We might add that to our concert repertoire, perhaps with some electronica—if we can figure out how to enhance the piece with it. Maybe have some dancers perform it with us."
"I want to see that. Let me know when it's ready, and I'll come to the concert."
"I will." Ena looked at her watch. "Well, I best be off. Tell Shuichi I said hello. It's always good to see you, Asuka. Thanks for playing with us today."
"Thanks for the invite."
Ena left, and Asuka found Kenji, who had gone to pack up his cello. When they exited the nursing home, they found a tall man with gray streaks in his hair and a tan trench coat waiting by the door.
"Hello, Akira!" Asuka said cheerfully. "It's been a while since I've seen you. How are you?"
"Hello Asuka," he replied. "It's good to see you. I am well."
"Hi, Akira," Kenji said. He smiled. "I'm surprised you're not working."
Kenji always smiled when Akira was around, and it warmed Asuka.
"There was a power outage to the building this afternoon," Akira said. "They found out it was a faulty transformer, and can't be fixed until tomorrow. Since we can't program without power, they sent us home."
Kenji looked up at his partner. "Thanks for meeting me here. Shall we go home and have a late lunch?"
"Would love to. Care to join us, Asuka?"
Asuka loved spending time with Akira and wanted to say yes. But she said, "I wish I could, but I need to check in with a friend before going home. I hope you two have a nice lunch."
Akira tipped his head. "Let's plan for you and your husband to come over soon."
"Yes, we'd like that," Kenji added.
Asuka hugged Kenji and then Akira before departing from her two dear friends.
I'm glad you're there for him, Akira.
Once they were out of sight, Asuka pulled her cell phone out of her bag and called Shizuru.
"Hello?" Shizuru asked.
"Hi. I was just thinking about you and wanted to check in. The rest of my afternoon is free. Can I run any errands for you?"
"Was that your Insight that told you to call me?" Shizuru asked. "Because I was just scrambling."
Asuka chuckled. "No, not Insight. At least, I don't think it was. What do you need?"
"Yukina thinks she's going into labor, and Kazuma asked if I could be there for the birth. My neighbor was going to help, but she had an emergency and can't pick up Tomiko."
"I can do all of that! I can go pick up the car from Kurama's office and go get Tomiko. Does Tetsuya also need to be picked up?"
Shizuru sighed in relief. "Thank you, Asuka. Thank you so much. He would appreciate a pickup, though he can get home himself."
"They can stay with me and Kurama while you're up at Genkai's. I'll take them to your house after school so they can get what they need, and you can pick them up when you come back down."
"This is such a relief, Asuka. I'm going to head out now and call both Tetsuya's and Tomiko's schools to let them know you're going to pick them up. Thank you."
"Of course! I'm happy to help."
"Oh, but you'll have to stop at the apartment before you pick up Tomiko so you can get the car seat."
"Shouldn't be a problem."
"Thank you. I'm sure Yukina will want to see you after the baby's born. Maybe you could go up after I come back?"
"If Yukina wants that, then I would love to meet the new baby."
"I'll talk to her about it. Meanwhile, I'll text you how everything is going."
"Thank you. Talk to you soon, Shizuru. Love you."
"Love you, Asuka."
Asuka hung up the phone. The wind whipped through her hair as she stood outside the nursing home and gathered her thoughts. Sweet Yukina. You're so strong. You've got this.
The grief was there, like sharp rocks at the bottom of a riverbed. She knew she had permission to feel everything, but it was still difficult. Being jealous of your friends feels gross, and Asuka didn't want to feel that. So, she tried to reframe her emotions.
She was happy for Yukina and Kuwabara and the joy that would come into their lives. And—a new baby meant a new child for Asuka to love. It's time to change.
Asuka looked at the time on her phone and then picked up her pace. She texted Kurama about the situation and that she was going to come and get the car. She could pick him up after she'd gotten Shizuru's children.
Kurama: how are you feeling?
Asuka looked at her phone while she walked to the train station and hesitated.
Asuka: It's complicated. But I'm trying to focus on the fact that our extended family is growing
Kurama: I love you
Asuka: And I love you
As Asuka rode the train to the parking garage where the car was parked, her mind wandered. And as it did, the foreboding feeling she'd been fighting off came on strong.
Something's wrong with the world.
It had something to do with that lake and dragon. She'd seen that dragon once before in a vision, but even then, the dragon felt familiar. Where had she seen it?
"Maeko, you must return."
Return to where?
Her dreams frightened Kurama and because of that, she had tried to put them out of her mind. But she couldn't keep doing that, could she? Maybe when she went to visit Yukina and her new daughter, she could carve out some time and meditate up on the mountain.
That made her think of Genkai, and Asuka's heart constricted. She missed Genkai so much and wished the old woman was here. She might've been able to offer some advice on what to do.
"Stop running from your problems."
Asuka stifled a laugh. She could hear the old woman's voice clear as day, scolding her.
You're right, Genkai. I need to stop running from my problems. I went to the Raekai last year. Perhaps it's time I visited Koenma and asked some more questions. This foreboding feeling isn't going away. I need to figure this out.
Genkai was still helping her, even though she was gone. If Yusuke knew, he would smile.
After Asuka picked up the car, she drove to Shizuru's apartment, grabbed the car seat, installed it, and then went to Tomiko's kindergarten, arriving just as the students were being let out.
"Hi," Asuka said to the teacher at the front entrance. "I'm Asuka Minamino and I'm going to pick up Tomiko this afternoon."
The teacher nodded. "You are designated a safe pickup person, and we received a call from Tomiko's mother informing us of the change, but I'll need to see your ID."
"Of course." Asuka opened her bag and pulled out her wallet. She showed the teacher, who nodded.
"Tomiko!" the teacher called. "Your pick up person is here."
Tomiko was toward the back of the room, hunched over a playhouse. Her long honey-brown hair bounced as she shot up, and her eyes widened when she saw Asuka. "Auntie Asuka!" Tomiko bolted across the room and hugged Asuka's knees.
Asuka crouched down and hugged Tomiko back. "Hi. I guess they already told you I'd be picking you up today."
She nodded. "Mamma has to help Aunt Yukina, so we'll be staying with you. I love sleepovers!"
"Do you have everything you need from here?"
"Mmhmm."
Asuka helped Tomiko put on her jacket and backpack, and they bid the teachers farewell.
"We'll go pick up your brother next," Asuka told her.
Tomiko slipped her small hand into Asuka's and they went to the car. Tomiko climbed in and buckled herself. After Asuka checked to make sure it was secure, she went to the driver's seat.
"What do you think, Tomiko? Pizza for dinner?"
"Mmhmm."
Asuka chuckled and then drove to Tetsuya's elementary school, where she spotted Tetsuya and his friends throwing a baseball back and forth in the school's field. Asuka rolled down the window and waved. "Hi, Tetsuya. I'm picking you up today."
He nodded. "Hi, Aunt Asuka. I'm going to tell my teacher my ride is here. Be right back." He left and ran to his teacher. The teacher walked over with Tetsuya.
"Hi, you must be Asuka," the teacher said. "Shizuru called and said you were picking Tetsuya up today."
"Yes," Asuka said.
"Have a good evening, Tetsuya."
"Thank you, Mrs. Shuzu, I will."
Tetsuya waved goodbye to his friends and then slid into the back seat.
"Hi Tetsey," Tomiko said with a smile.
"Hi. How was your day?"
Tomiko recounted her entire day to Tetsuya, who listened with rapt attention. Asuka glanced back in the mirror and watched him for a moment.
Tetsuya had black hair like his father, but his face looked more like Kuwabara's. Ever since his father died, he had become more serious and more protective of his sister and his mother. Such a burden to carry.
"Thank you for looking after us tonight," Tetsuya said with extreme politeness.
"It's my pleasure. I was thinking pizza?"
"That's Tomiko's favorite," he said as he looked at his sister.
Tomiko's smile engulfed her face, and she kicked her legs happily in her chair.
"We're going back to your house to get your things," Asuka told them. "Then we'll pick up Kurama from work."
The siblings continued to talk as Asuka drove them o their apartment. When they arrived, both children gathered everything they needed for a sleepover and packed their bags.
"Did you remember Floppy?" Tetsuya asked Tomiko when she brought her bag into the living room.
"Right here." Tomiko reached underneath her arm and pulled her stuffed bunny to show him.
"Tetsuya, do you have practice tomorrow?" Asuka asked. "Your Mom told me you've got some warm-up practices before your baseball tryouts."
Tetsuya looked around, nervous. "Uh, yeah. I'm all good."
Asuka wasn't sure what that was about, so she ignored it. "Okay, great. Let's go get Uncle Kurama."
Tomiko beamed. "Do you think he'll give me flowers?"
"You can count on it," Asuka said.
Asuka was right. The moment Kurama got into the passenger seat, he turned and offered Tomiko a thornless red rose so large it encompassed her face.
"Thank you, Uncle Kurama!" Tomiko said with a squeal.
He smiled fondly at her, then also said hello to Tetsuya, who straightened in his seat.
"Your uncle told me you've been working on developing your raeki," Kurama said to Tetsuya. "May I ask how that's going?"
Tetsuya twiddled his thumbs. "Well, Uncle Kuwabara was helping me, but he's been busy lately, so I haven't made much progress."
Kurama glanced at Asuka before he turned around and faced Tetsuya in the backseat. "I see. Would you like to work on it some this evening?"
Tetsuya smiled for the first time that evening. "I would. Thank you, Uncle Kurama."
"Tetsuya's ki makes me think of the ocean," Tomiko said.
"I look forward to seeing it," Kurama said.
That evening, after the pizza was eaten, Kurama began helping Tetsuya with his ki, while Asuka sat with Tomiko in the living room. Asuka thought Tomiko would want to play a game or watch TV, but she surprised Asuka by asking her to play the piano.
"Really?" Asuka asked.
"Mmhmm. Mommy said you played piano for the next Ghibli movie. Do you know any songs from the other movies?"
"I do. What do you like?"
Asuka expected Tomiko to say Totoro or Kiki's Delivery Service, but Tomiko's small, but clear voice asked, "Do you know 'Always With Me?'"
Asuka looked out into the distance and thought it through. "Always With Me" was the ending song to Spirited Away. "I think so. Let's give it a try."
Tomiko nodded.
Asuka started the song slower since she was producing the music from memory. Her fingers drifted toward the higher notes, and she played.
Tomiko's body swayed. She closed her eyes and listened to the music with a smile on her face. When Asuka got into a groove, Tomiko opened her eyes and sang, "Somewhere a voice calls in the depths of my heart, keep dreaming your dreams, don't ever let them part. Why speak of all your sadness or of life's painful woes? Instead, let the same lips sing a gentle song for you."
Tomiko kept singing, and Asuka kept playing until the song was finished. Tomiko's eyes shimmered. "Daddy used to sing me that song. It reminds me of him."
Asuka pulled Tomiko close and wrapped her arm around Tomiko's small frame.
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"You must return, Maeko." The electric green dragon's face hovered directly above her while she stood on the lake shore. Its long body floated above, rippling like waves as its small claws pawed at the air.
"Come back where?" Asuka asked. "I don't know where you are. I don't even know what you are. Please, tell me where to go, or what to do."
The Dragon closed its eyes, and its body began falling. When it hit the water, a ginormous wave rose and covered Asuka.
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Asuka sat up.
Next to her, Kurama stirred but remained asleep. She tried to exhale quietly. Something's wrong with the dragon. Asuka felt the certainty of it deep in her bones. But what's wrong with it? What are the dragons for?
Asuka slipped out of bed and walked toward the kitchen. Her mind and body felt like they'd received a jolt of electricity from the vividness of the dream.
When Asuka arrived at the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp. When she set the class on the counter, she heard rustling from the living room.
Asuka peaked around the corner. "Tetsuya?" she asked when she saw him on the couch.
"I'm sorry Aunt Asuka. I'll go back to bed." He hurried through his words and rose from the couch.
"No, it's alright. You don't have to go anywhere." When Asuka stepped closer, she noticed the boy's eyes were rimmed with tears. Inwardly, she felt horrified to find Tetsuya in such a state, but outwardly she showed no surprise or emotion. She didn't want to scare him away. "Okay if I sit with you?"
Tetsuya nodded, and Asuka sat next to him. She moved her long hair out of the way and curled her feet under her. They sat together silently in the darkened room until Tetsuya rubbed his eyes and said, "I don't think I should go out for baseball."
"Why's that?" Asuka asked gently.
"That'll put Mom in a bad spot. Sometimes the neighbor can't watch Tomiko when she gets home from school, so I will. But if I have baseball, I won't be able to be there. And then I can't help Mom after school, either."
"Doing what?"
Tetsuya shrugged. "Household chores. And sometimes I get dinner ready. I've been getting good at cooking. Simple stuff."
Asuka's heart ached. She reached up her hand and placed it on Tetsuya's shoulder. "You don't have to shoulder caring for your mom and sister alone."
Tetsuya blinked.
"All of us are here for your family. You don't need to act like a grown-up."
Tetsuya fiercely wiped his eyes with his palm.
"I want you to go out for baseball," Asuka said. "And I want you to promise me that you'll call one of us if you need help. I know that Uncle Yusuke and Uncle Kuwabara have children, but we've got a lot of people between all of us. One of us can always help. Always. We're family. Families stick together. So don't worry. If you need help with dinner or dishes or just want to talk, please don't take it all on yourself. Your dad wouldn't have wanted that."
"That's right, Tetsuya," Kurama said softly as he came into the living room.
Asuka looked up.
Kurama came around the couch, kneeled down in front of Tetsuya, and placed one hand on his knee. "You're strong, so I'm going to give you a piece of advice. Strong people always rely on their friends and family for help. I know you've heard stories of what we faced. None of us would be alive if we didn't ask for help. All right?"
Tetsuya nodded.
Then Kurama reached up and pulled Tetsuya down into his lap. He wrapped his arms around the boy and held him tight. There was a choked sob into Kurama's shoulder.
"Your father was a good man and would be proud of you. I am proud of you as well. You do a good job caring for your mother and sister, which is to be commended."
Tetsuya hugged Kurama's neck and cried.
"Go out for baseball, Tetsuya," Kurama gently encouraged. "We won't let anything happen to your sister or your mother. Ever."
Tetsuya nodded and held Kurama tightly. Asuka wiped her own tears and placed a hand on Tetsuya. "We love you."
Kurama and Asuka stayed with Tetsuya until he fell asleep on Kurama's shoulder. Then Kurama stood and carried Tetsuya back to their spare bedroom while Asuka followed. Kurama laid Tetsuya down next to Tomiko, who rolled over and snuggled into her brother. Asuka pulled the covers over them and kissed each of them goodnight.
"Tetsuya really needed that from you," Asuka said to Kurama once they were back in their own bed.
"Unlike me, who was both boy and thousands of years old, Tetsuya is only eight and trying to care for his family. It is a heavy burden. We must check on him regularly. I do not want him to grow up faster than he has to."
You would be such a good father. Asuka bit back the thought. "Yes," she agreed.
"Did you hear him?" Kurama asked.
"No. I was awake and got a glass of water."
"I see."
Asuka checked her phone. Shizuru had texted before bed that Yukina was in active labor, but hadn't texted since then. Yukina must still be pushing.
You can do it.
Kurama turned off the lamp by his bedside.
"Hold me?" Asuka asked as she turned into his chest.
"Always."
Author's Note:
I've been fighting with Asuka since Liebestraum to let me put some Philip Glass into the story and we finally had an opportunity! Philip Glass' music is so haunted and rhythmic and honestly good to put in the background to listen to while you're working. I highly recommend these pieces. The playlist has been updated if you're interested in listening to them there! You can go to Spotify's website and put in /playlist/5cVDZjlukJw1QrXJZbYLHj to find it. I've never seen the movie The Hours (been meaning to) but the music is so good I've been listening to it for almost two decades. Also the Violin Concerto. Yes. It's just...it's so beautiful. One of my favorite pieces of music. And the piano suite too. Just everything. Did I mention that I love Philip Glass?
Anyway, Asuka now believes something is wrong with the dragons, but isn't sure what. Hmmm...
See you soon for the next update!
-Arielle