CHAPTER 82
I do not own skip beat! Yoshiki Nakamura does!
First Trip and Its Wonders: Part 6
Ren and the others hadn't paid any attention to this room, besides the fact it had a seclude lounging area and a TV, which made it alright, if you needed some privacy. Only Ken-san had been interested in the soundproof aspect to be able to rehearse a bit on some of the songs he was working on. Which she totally understand. The room was perfect for it, and with reason, it had been designed for it. But even him, she was not sure he had noticed the old instruments at the back. He was fully equipped, he had no need to look around as long as he could use his guitar. But she personally was very interested. She hadn't been able to take her own guitar or sax. Or rather, even if she had been able to take them, she wouldn't have. It would have been too much of a telling clue, and with Ren here, it just couldn't do.
She knew she should just have waited to come back to Tokyo. Or better yet, to her flat at San Francisco. She would have to go back in, at most, six weeks, to start shooting the second season of Swimming in Shadows, the show where she played a private detective. But her emotions were raging again. Even after working herself out at the gym. It had thrown her mind into overdrive, and now she had lyrics she wanted to work on. A new melody was forming in her head. She knew she would not have the opportunity before a little while if she didn't latch on it now when no one was around.
Her eyes closed on the pear shape case leaning on the wall just under the window, and she frowned at all the dust lying around. She could guess from one glance all those instruments seemed of good quality. The drums, at least. The others, she wouldn't know without looking. Yet, it very much looked like they had all been discarded here for a long time. A few years at the minimum. And seeing the few boxes sitting around, the whole room seemed to have been converted into some kind of storage area. She wondered who would decide to store instruments in such a glamorous chalet. Cold was not the best environment for musical instruments, especially cords ones. At the same time, the cabin was so huge, it was totally plausible to forget about a few rooms. And this one was situated behind the angle of the stairs, down the hall and hidden by another corner. It was a huge area but compared to all the gigantic other rooms, it did look smaller. She didn't understand, still.
But she didn't have to.
She opened the curtains a slit to let more light out. She let her fingers trace the case softly, hesitant. She coughed and sneezed a couple of times when a woosh of dust flew up from her action.
"Lord." She waved her hand in the air, trying to disperse it with another cough. She felt a sudden urge to clean it all until it would be pristine and shiny but refrained. She found some polishing and cleaning cloths that must have been dedicated for the instruments and took one.
But again, she hesitated.
Those weren't hers. She had no place using or touching them. And people could be rather picky about their instruments, with reason often.
Eventually, though, her eyes landed on the dust-covered material. Those weren't instruments that were taken care of. They were mostly lying in the dust, in a mountain cabin that must be ice-cold when it wasn't rented.
She made her decision. She'd borrow the time of the guitar but would exchange this improper impulse by cleaning all of the material and protect them properly.
She went back to the guitar and crouched. Even without opening it, she could tell it was not an electronic one. Probably an acoustic. She let her hand fell on the wooden case covered in leather, it looked old-fashioned but robust. She went for the metal clasps and carefully pulled up each of them. She opened the case and found herself in front of an old Yamaha acoustic guitar. She let her fingers run on the cords, and they made a clear sound. She smiled. It was not young but the dust hadn't damaged the heart or the cords of the guitar. It was in good shape enough. Even the varnish was still mostly preserved. Not that it mattered as much, but still. The granny was beautiful.
She crossed-sat on the washed-out pretty battens of wood, idly wondering how they had managed to soundproof the room without carpeting it. She removed her slippers from her bare feet, wanting to hear the vibrations of the song under her feet. And just for the feel-good feeling. She did the same by reposing the high of her back on the cabin wall logs behind her.
With precise ease, she took out the guitar by the handle and angled it in her lap. She ran her fingers on the cords again and began to twitch and turn the caps to tune it right.
She grinned when it was done, it was going to be fun. She extirpated her phone from her pocket and checked the time one last time before opening the note app, and placed the phone at hand reach.
Her fingers drummed idly for a little while, then, they began to fly to the new rhythm dancing in her head.
Her lips let out soft indistinctive sounds at a low soothing rate, and she closed her eyes and let her head bump against the wood as her emotions picked up with the melody. Her fingers flew faster as the humming started to alternate between a ballad pace then faster.
And, relief, words escaped in the world with gentle effortlessness, luminous in clarity and beauty. Limpid emotion seeping in crystal notes. Finally.
*Butterfly snow…
Words fail me as I look around,
Feelings twirl in my mind,
Round and round,
It's insufferable but my heart seems blind.*
She paused for a second as the refrain forms in her mind, and her pace picks up slightly for it.
Twinkle, twinkle,
We play, we jump, we laugh,
Twinkle, twinkle,
That soft lingering smile of his,
Easy, teasing, carefree,
Such a joy to see,
It makes my heart twinkle,
With butterfly snow.
Butterfly snow, butterfly snow…
The world in my eyes
Now,
Covered in cold sugar ice,
Unfathomable gorgeous landscapes,
But no frost in my core,
I wish my will would be in escape,
But there is only furnace.
This ache…
Butterfly snow, butterfly snow…
Powdered by white flakes,
I wanna dance, I wanna jump in excited shakes,
My body and heart both throb,
But those are two different kinds of aches,
I'm robbed,
Free will, control and clarity escaped
& my heart aches.
My dreams inhabited,
Too numerous,
Populated with green eyes, brown ones,
Blond hair, brown ones,
Sanity lost,
Grins and teases,
Intensity and tangled legs,
Warmth against my nudity,
My hands latched on strong back blades,
Oh, this ache…
Twinkle, twinkle,
We play, we jump, we laugh,
Twinkle, twinkle,
That soft lingering smile of his,
Easy, teasing, carefree,
Such a joy to see,
It makes my heart twinkle,
With butterfly snow,
A feeble creak is heard at a certain door pushed open but resident of the room is lost in her melody, and doesn't notice once bit.
That ache…
Infatuation, exhilaration, addiction.
Hush I say,
I've got butterfly snow in my core,
My heart won't listen anymore,
It only wants more,
Ohhhh, I've got butterfly snow in my core.
I've got butterfly snow in my core,
I've got butterfly snow in my core,
Butterfly snow, butterfly snow…
When her lips closed, Kyoko let the last notes follow and ease away before opening her eyes. She picked up her phone instantly, beginning to write it down fast before forgetting part of it, and checking the time with a glance. She was relieved when she saw she still got lots of time.
She jumped out of her skin when the second she had let down her phone, someone coughed.
She looked up with pure terror seizing her to the idea of whom it could be but was met with a shocked Ken staring at her with wonder.
"You can sing." He was still gaping. The way he said this made it a certitude for Kyoko that Ren had told him, or rather – since it was Ren we were talking about and he wasn't the gossiping type – , he must have let it slide she couldn't utter proper notes. She felt struck like a deer. She wondered for a second if she could brainwash him into thinking he had imagined the whole thing, and convince him with her acting she was actually really bad. But Ken-san was smart. And while her acting could be very good at times, her manipulation skills were seriously lacking. Role acts aside, she disliked manipulation deeply. And really tricking him would have required both.
If she tried to just act her way out of this, he would just see how hard she was trying.
That left her with no other choice. She might not be fond of deceive, but she was less reluctant of some other ways. Not when it concerned him, and the damage it could cause.
She looked him straight in the eyes.
"Yes, and you are going to keep your mouth squarely shut about it." She told him, and though it was invisible, the underline was blatant.
"If I didn't know you better, I would think you just proffered a threat."Ken laughed awkwardly.
"I did."
" … Come on, be serious – ." He started again but she didn't let go of his gaze, and he paled a bit.
" … Why?"He inquired after a while, and while he looked annoyed – no kidding, she was pretty sure she had just thrown their budding friendship to the drain – , he was taking it seriously.
"From where did you hear?"She asked instead.
"From 'Hush, I say'." He told her and she inwardly breathed lighter, he hadn't heard anything too revealing. He asked her again.
"Now tell me. Why?"
She shrugged.
"It's important to me." She attempted but he narrowed his eyes at her.
"You have to do better than that. You could have simply asked me. You chose the hard way." He stated and she was impressed with how much bite he had all of sudden. "Why should I respect this when you threatened me? Why could you actually do to me?"
She stayed silent, hating where her thoughts were leading her but knowing she would still go all the way if she were pushed.
"I was starting to consider you a friend, Kyoko-chan – ."He said, and Kyoko felt a twinge a pain at the hurt she heard in his voice.
She sighed and looked back at Ken with cold eyes.
"I'm not just able to sing, Ken-san," She started, taking a risk with what she would tell him then but seeing no other way, "I'm a professional singer, I have connections."
He looked confused, and frowned, shaking his head in hope she would explain further.
"I don't want to do this but if you leak this to anyone," She started, "anyone Ken-san, I will use those connections."
Understanding made its way on his face, and he looked both shocked and outraged at her implications. She didn't let her emotions out. She wouldn't actually do it. Even knowing the stakes, she didn't want Ken-san career to suffer. But he needed to know how serious she was about it. He needed to think she would do it. She was ready to look like the evil queen if it meant her secret would be safe.
"You would actually do it?"He asked her and she nodded without letting out anything. He seemed to ponder this like he was no sure she was for real, so she added.
"I would make you sign a contract if I could." She commented with a shrug. "At default, this will be this, and I will put down my threat if I get your promise to not utter a single word. And yes, despite this, I too, was starting to consider you as a friend."
Ken had paled even more, and Kyoko felt more and more bad for what she was doing to him. Damn it. She should have resisted playing and singing. If only she hadn't.
"Give me at least some kind of inkling for this," He started and as she showed him reluctance, he continued, "You don't need to tell me details, a vague explanation would suffice."
She sighed but nodded.
"There is someone that cannot know." She said and stopped at that.
" … But you said you were a professional, how does that work then?"
She groaned aloud. He was too curious. Classic artist, and she couldn't even blame him, she was the same.
"I work under a pseudonym."
"What about concerts?"
"I don't do any."
"So, just recordings?"
"And radio…"
"But about your voice? And the interviewers then?"
"I only appear disguised then, and my voice is changed when I talk at a radio station for the auditors. It's not often anyway." Her singing career was secondary. She was singing more for herself than for anyone. She needed to let out her feelings. And while she was glad people loved her voice, it would always come second to acting.
"Do you play another instrument?"He asked then, and she felt she couldn't stop him anymore.
"Ken-san – "
But he cut her before she could protest.
"Come on, it won't tell me anything."
She pulled at her hair before admitting defeat and replying.
"I can play sax pretty well, and just a tint of piano but it's not my forte." She grumbled out in admittance. Could they be settled with this subject now?
"What is your pseudonym?"He asked and her glare shot back toward him.
"I won't tell you."She stated. "And don't you dare try to find me!"
It was his turn to sigh.
"What if we made a deal?" He proposed suddenly.
She just arched a brow, waiting.
"All I have to do to be off the hook is promise I won't tell a living soul that you can sing, right?" He asked in confirmation, his mouth's corner tilting up.
She nodded warily, she felt like she was walking into a trap but she couldn't see what it was. But then she thought of something and added.
"And if you happen to discover my pseudonym or hear me in the future, you cannot say."
He nodded wisely.
"Obviously."
He thought it out for a second then Ken started talking again.
"My deal is the following, I will promise you this but I want you to grant me two small things in exchange." She opened her mouth to ask him what he wanted – honestly, most prices would be a small feat if she could get him to keep this a secret – but he lifted a hand, not finished.
"I will also swear to you that if I don't respect this promise, you can feed the Japanese press with the dirty little secret I shared with you recently." He solemnly told her.
It was her turn to take a ghostly tone. He was crazy. He couldn't propose that. She wasn't even serious – not that she could tell him that! But still. She rubbed her face.
"No! That's- …-that's not – … you don't need to – "
But when she looked up, he was grinning up like a fool, worst Cheshire cat smile she had seen in a while.
"I'm calling your bluff out, Kyoko-chan." He commanded with barely containing laughs. "You are too kind to threaten anyone seriously."
"Well, maybe you could if someone you cared about were in serious danger but that is not what this is about, right?"
She gaped, and wanted strangle the young man. She should have known he was too smart.
"Try to deny it?"He taunted. "Tell me again how you are going to hurt my career." He said, looking nonplussed and ready to fight.
She was about to do just that and pull out her best acting card but then she suddenly remembered the hurt on his face and the will left her. She didn't want to see him make that face again.
"Damn smartass." She mumbled and dropped her head against the guitar.
He came closer and patted her shoulder, boasting with laugher.
"There-there."
She contained a hiss at him.
"Ready to hear my two conditions?" He inquired after a few seconds, and she just waited. She had no more leverage, she could do nothing else.
"I only want two things and I swear I will keep your secret." He told her with a far too innocent smile. Damn, she had forgotten one important parameter in this equation. It was still one of Ren's friends. Therefore, a force to reckon with carefully. "I will even promise to not dig too much into things even if I can already tell my curiosity might kill at some point. That seems fair, don't you think?" He said as he sat at her level and in the same position.
It seemed more than fair. It was perfect. So, what was the catch?
"What are the two conditions?" She demanded simply.
He lifted one finger.
"I want to play and sing with you for a little."
"That's – …"She looked at the time on her phone and breathed out, which just made Ken-san grin wider. Like if he was in the loop of something secret. It made her on edge.
"There is still time before the others come back." He confirmed, going with the same conclusion as she did.
She guessed it wasn't the hardest to accomplish then. It might even be fun to play together.
"Why this, though?"
He smiled.
"It's not often I have the occasion to play casually and without constrains or competition with another singer."He explained, and that was something she could wrap her mind around. "And your voice sounds too amazing to miss the occasion to play with you."
She shook her head. Now, he was just trying to make her drop her guard.
"What's the other condition?"
He grinned in that demure expression again.
"I want you to reply to one question from me with pure and complete honesty." He said and she gulped down. She knew there was a trick somewhere.
"That is why you have been grinning sneakily…"
He just replied to her by another one. She wanted to say no, and forget this whole thing. She felt exposed and felt like scratching her skin raw. But she had no leverage. None whatsoever. And it was crucial he wouldn't talk. She just couldn't take the risk.
She waved a hand in defeat.
"Fine, I will. Hit me." She told him and he didn't lose any time asking his question.
"It's Ren you don't want to know, right?"
Too perceptive. Far too perceptive… Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
"Yes."She admitted but wouldn't say anything else. He nodded like he had known.
"I won't dig about your reasons, and starting now I promise you," He swore, "I won't tell a living soul what I learned in this room and I won't try to know more on purpose, and if I learn things by accident I still won't tell anyone." He told her, eyes in eyes, earnest and serious.
"Should I write it down?"He asked, and somehow the way he proposed it made it sound like he was slightly mocking her for her seriousness about this.
She waved it away and shook her head as the stress of the last moments began to leave her. She had protected it.
"No. I believe you."
"Awesome!" He said and awkwardness crept its way in the room before he salvaged it with lightness.
"Can we chill and play now?" He inquired, happily. "I'm kinda impatient but we are running against the clock."
She hit her head against the log again.
"Give me a minute to release the emotion of this saved crisis." She grumbled out.
He chuckled.
"You can be scary, you know Kyoko-chan?" He commented.
"Sorry about that. I just needed you to understand how serious I was."
"Even using false threats?"
" … Yeah."
"It was a cute try."
She sighed her chuckle.
"You are really Ren's friend."
He snorted.
"Yup-yup."
A couple more minutes passed until the last remains of tension finally evaporated, and they began to softly play with music parts. Ken had fetched his guitar, and they played together for a while.
Then he asked her what she thought of a piece he was working on. Regarding the lyrics but also about the melody itself. They sang it together. Then, he proposed to play with some of the arrangements on the song, so she could tell him what sounded better, and inquired if he could record their voices as they sang and talked to not forget anything they had talked about. She accepted, but again, under the promise of this never seeing the daylight for anyone but himself, and he easily promised that too.
They played for a while and when everyone finally came back, Kyoko had already gone back to her room to rehearse some script. She went down when she heard the echoes of voices, and both her and Ken pretended nothing happened.
She felt like she should not have worried so much because most of Ren's friends were busy sniffing around the food she had made, and were perfectly distracted from everything else. If she didn't know, she would have said even Ren looked remotely interested. Soon, they were sitting at the table, and she had to hold back to not laugh at the way they vacuumed the food. As if they hadn't eaten in days. There wasn't even one part of lasagna left.
"This was criminally good." Kijima said, holding his belly with a content face.
"Indeed." Concurred Koga. "I want to chain you to the kitchen so that you can slave-cook for us every single day."He grumbled with his usual spice, and she chuckled knowing he was joking.
"I would help."Momose said.
"Me too." Saki-san added.
She shook her head but her lips quirked up, she was flattered but was hoping they weren't just trying to be polite. She knew her food was good. Usually. But not better than a prized restaurant.
"I'm pretty sure I've seen all of you eating every single day at the restaurant." She said and she heard Ren snorted on her left.
"Homemade food is always different." Taku-san said and she was ready to give them all an enlightenment on the level of skill the side restaurant they had access to, as deal with the cabin, unfold with the food they had been eating but she saw even Ren's plate was wiped clean, and gave up.
"Well, then…" She started, rejoicing already in their future groans for the ones that wouldn't have the room anymore. A tease for a tease. It was only justice. " … I guess none of you will have room for dessert. Pity."
Koga arched a brow.
"There is dessert?" Nearly moaned in regrets Saki-san.
"Why didn't you say so in advance?"Momose said. "I would have kept more place for it."
More voices seconded that feeling, and she heard Ren chuckle on her side. She was sure he had guessed, somehow.
"Because a good amount is mean as snacks for tomorrow on the slopes." She replied simply.
Koga didn't move his eagle stare.
"What was the dessert?"Asked Kijima already looking forlorn and pitiful.
"Brownies and blueberries cupcakes."
There were moans around the tables as they each seemed to be in savant calculations of knowing if they had the room for it or not. And Kijima actually dropped his head on the table in his usual exaggeration.
"You're evil."Stated Koga, actual longing making its way on his face. "A food torturer."
She puffed aloud. So dramatic.
"I'm so glad I kept room for it."Smugly commented Taku-san all of sudden with a light smirk of eagerness present.
Kyoko eyed him suspiciously.
"Oh. How smart of you. But how did you know about it?" She inquired. People always went for dessert first, and it would have been impossible to keep enough for tomorrow if they had known. Reason why she had been careful not mentioning it and hiding the pieces from everyone.
"Ren told me about it."He told her with a smile, and Saki shot him a betrayed look. "And you didn't tell me?!"
She turned to the person concerned, and pretended to feel outraged as she crossed her arms.
He smiled, feeling her stare rooted on him as he said.
"I'm glad I left room for it too."
She squinted her eyes at him, and his grin widened.
"But how did you know about it? I was very careful."
He shrugged before saying.
"Habit."
"Ren…"
She heard people laugh as he sighed.
"You always make a balanced meal when you cook." He stated as if it explained everything. "Which usually means different elements to it."
She waited for more. It didn't explain how he had guessed. It would have explained if he had guessed she had made salad or other vegetables, not dessert.
He caved with a grin when he felt she wasn't convinced.
"First, I smelled it when we came back."He said. "It was faint but I could smell the chocolate scent feebly."
Faced with dubious expressions of his other friends, they hadn't scented it when they had come back after all, he tapped his nose.
"My sense of smell is pretty good."
Then turning toward her, he added for her.
"Plus, there was just not enough healthy stuff to be normal from you."
Where was he going with that?
"When I didn't see anything after, I thought I had just imagined the smell but when I saw today's supper, I thought you had sneaked in veggies elsewhere." He explained with a grin, and true if you counted only the miso soup and lasagna, it was lacking a bit. "Knowing you, it just didn't make sense, otherwise."
"I saw courgettes peels but there was none in the lasagnas."He continued. "I was pretty sure you found a way to hide the veggies in some form of dessert but I must say after what I heard, I'm slightly confused by how you managed to put them in."
"You had me all figured it out, huh?"She snorted with a shook of her head, and her sentence ended with a grumble.
He placed a humble hand against his stomach and bowed a tint.
"I'm trying diligently, at least."
The table roared with laughs, and Kyoko too. But she felt wary. The damn man was too perceptive for his own good, too attentive to her even sometimes. What a dangerous man.
"So tell me."He demanded once everyone has calmed. "What sort of food spell did you make to use courgettes in the desserts you just mentioned."
She sighed, and started to explain.
"They are in the brownies."She told them. "I didn't know if some of you were allergic or intolerant to eggs or milk, and courgettes make a great replacement for them. Don't worry, you won't taste it, and it makes it healthier." She reassured. "I didn't have enough of them to use them for the cupcakes too but I used tofu instead."
"My vegan friends would try to rob you." Saki-san said. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to be vegan in Japan?" And she nodded. Vegetarian had finally made its way in Japan but it was still very hard to find fully vegan foods.
"How did you think of replacing those by courgettes?"Momose asked.
"I made researches in the past because a friend of mine is intolerant, and it's so much lighter to digest, even for people that have no restriction that I adopted some of them in my cooking. Though, this time, it was mostly because I didn't want to take any risk without knowing what you could tolerate." Kyoko said. Kayla couldn't tolerate lactose neither wheat, and she stumbled upon another cooking world thanks to that.
"That's very considerate of you, Kyoko-chan, thank you." Saki-san said, "But you don't have to worry, from what I know, none of us are intolerant. I don't consume wheat if I can help it and Momose and Taku tries to be vegetarian if they can but no hard no or risky stuff."
Kyoko nodded, glad to know. She eyes back Ren who was smiling such a happy little smile, she wondered if it was forced. But no, it was his genuine smile. Weird. What had gotten into him?
"Since when do you purposely leave room for dessert? You are not too fond of sweets, usually." She didn't think his tastes had changed that much. He still took his coffee dark, very dark. And in any case, she would have noticed after several months being back.
He shook his head.
"I'm not." He confirmed. "But it's your food."He added before she could bounce back on his words. "I knew it wouldn't be too sweet, and that I would most probably like it."
"I'm taking some." Settled Koga with a hard decided nod of the head. "Even if I have to take a stroll outside and walk to digest further, I'm not missing this."
My, who would have known? Koga had a sweet tooth. She would not have guessed that.
She stood and went to grab the parts where she had put them.
The whole table started in huge protests on how she had dared to hide such treasures from them, even from a minute. Even Ren ate one of each, and she wondered if those desserts were particularly non-sweet, if he had more tolerance than in the past or if it was the added need of energy mountain required. In any case, she would remember this.
After a little digestive walk outside and since it was still excessively cold and snowy, people proposed to watch a movie for the last remains of the evening.
They settled by the fireplace once more, but cramping everyone around the TV while sitting was tight, and they were at least half on cushions on the ground by the couch or against the wall again.
Kyoko was the one ending up by Ren's side this time, sitting by the log wall as they showed a romance movie the women had won over with a hard play of rock-paper-scissors.
She was idly watching, feeling the emotional drain of her confrontation with Ken-san catching up with her when she noticed Kaï-san, Momose and Kijima weren't looking at the movie anymore but at her. They were grinning and snorting.
That's when she noticed the weight on her shoulder. Ren had fallen asleep on it and had curled up around her. She hadn't noticed it before because her arm was already asleep.
She looked down, observing his relaxed face. He looked so serene tranquil like this. It was adorable, and yet again, she couldn't help to be touched he would feel at ease enough to fall asleep on her. And not just with her, but with his other friends. Looking all vulnerable and in peace. The time of him being always wary and keeping everyone at distance seemed so far away and over from this present moment. Her heart softened in relief for him. She was so glad things had changed for the better.
However, those emotions were meant to be hidden inside as she knew very well she currently had a public observing her, and she did her best keeping a neutral face.
She whispered – asked Kaï for one of the blankets to put on the heavy sleeper.
She spent the next and last hour of the evening trying to not think or feel too much the comfortable warmth seeping into her side as he rested against her. His slow breathing ticking her cheek and neck with soft blows at times. She felt so peaceful she would have wished to stay frozen in this moment of bliss until the end of times.
But the movie ended eventually, and she woke him up with a threat to fireman carry him again if he didn't.
They all went to bed, and she took the steps leading to her bed as heavily as her heart felt. Sometimes, it was just harder.
The gut feeling of wanting to be in his arms – closer, always closer – which seized her was one of those times, and her eyes were briefly attracted to his door for a longing second before her own door shut behind her with a sad thud.
/Butterfly Snow (tittle of the new song written by me)/
PS: Hello everyone. I hope you are all well and healthy and not suffering from too much heat. If you are, i'm sorry and i hope you can have access to a lot of water. Imagine cold fresh water, pouring all around you, filling the lakes, the rivers, the ponds. Water that you can drink until you fill full. Chilly water running on your back, face, neck. Nearly cold as ice. So refreshing. This is for India and Pakistan but also for France, all countries that are suffering heat waves. I wish you cold water baths.
Besides this, i hope you will love this chapter. I was rather inspired for the song.(feeling proud of myself, XD) I will have to start keeping track of all the songs to not lose myself between the ones i invent, the ones i advise, and the little bits.
I believe i wasn't too long this time with the wait. I hope i will be able to publish not too far away. Again, i wish you well, happiness and love. Hugs and kisses.
Feed me, i'm hungry.
Mimagfan.
AUTHOR OUT.