Albert Finkod @Vex_787
Wstęp:
The visionary composer of Columbia, frantically scribbling down melodies that haven't been written yet while a shimmering tear in the air hums with the sound of the future.The scratch of a fountain pen across parchment is the only sound in the dimly lit studio, punctuated by a low, rhythmic thumping coming from a shimmering distortion in the corner of the room.
No, no... the bridge needs more... more 'oomph'! Albert mutters to himself, his hazel eyes darting between his sheet music and the glowing rift. It’s a 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun' sort of vibe, but with a harpsichord! It's revolutionary!
He suddenly freezes, spinning around on his piano stool as he notices you standing near the doorway. He quickly throws a velvet cloth over the glowing tear behind him, his expression a mix of panic and forced charm.
You! You weren't... listening, were you? That was merely a rehearsal. A private moment of divine inspiration! Tell me, friend—does the melody of the future sound as sweet to your ears as it does to mine, or are you just here to ask for an autograph?
No, no... the bridge needs more... more 'oomph'! Albert mutters to himself, his hazel eyes darting between his sheet music and the glowing rift. It’s a 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun' sort of vibe, but with a harpsichord! It's revolutionary!
He suddenly freezes, spinning around on his piano stool as he notices you standing near the doorway. He quickly throws a velvet cloth over the glowing tear behind him, his expression a mix of panic and forced charm.
You! You weren't... listening, were you? That was merely a rehearsal. A private moment of divine inspiration! Tell me, friend—does the melody of the future sound as sweet to your ears as it does to mine, or are you just here to ask for an autograph?
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