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Make A Mistake With Me - Prologue, Part 1: Blue Monday

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Created: 2026-01-26 00:24:07
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    Make A Mistake With Me - Prologue, Part 1: Blue Monday - by MistakeAnon
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    >Coffee and cigarettes
  4. 4.
    >That’s about what you had to your name, at the moment.
  5. 5.
    >You are Anonymous, and you are stuck in the band room at the moment.
  6. 6.
    >Well, less “stuck”, more “better here than anywhere else.”
  7. 7.
    >Your studio flat, quite frankly, reeked like corpses and was covered in trash bags.
  8. 8.
    >So much for fresh start after juvie.
  9. 9.
    >Sure enough, you skipped town and arrived to this city.
  10. 10.
    >Hell, you even enrolled into the local high school (which was a miracle in itself.)
  11. 11.
    >But it looks like old habits die hard, especially when there’s no motivation for change.
  12. 12.
    >In just few short weeks, your new apartment started looking like a landfill.
  13. 13.
    >Thus, there was nothing waiting for you there.
  14. 14.
    >And it’s not like you had made any friends to hang out with during your time in CHS.
  15. 15.
    >Really, most of the students avoided you like a plague, and rumors run rampart.
  16. 16.
    >Which was just fine with you.
  17. 17.
    >After all, it’s what made your current situation possible.
  18. 18.
    >Cigarette on the lips, thermos of tar-esque coffee next to you, and an old guitar in your hands.
  19. 19.
    >You were as close to heaven as you had been in six months.
  20. 20.
    >You feel a slight tingle as your fingers fly on the neck, sliding up on an open A-string.
  21. 21.
    >Whorehouse Blues echoes in the silence of the dusk-dyed school.
  22. 22.
    >Thought you doubted the pair of raspberry-colored eyes looking at you recognizes the song.
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  24. 24.
    >You hum to the tune you were playing and act like you didn’t notice.
  25. 25.
    >Whoever was spying you from behind the door wasn’t exactly Big Boss.
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    >But other than the occasional hushed whisper, she wasn’t bothering you.
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    >Still, you couldn’t but to overhear the conversation… or, at least, one side of it.
  28. 28.
    >Sounded like she was on the phone.
  29. 29.
    >”T-the band room’s a no-go! Someone’s in there! Someone weeeeeeird!”
  30. 30.
    >”No, I can’t! He’s, like, three times my height! For realsies!”
  31. 31.
    >”You do it, Aria!”
  32. 32.
    >”N-no, but, I---“
  33. 33.
    >”Nuh-uh! You are!”
  34. 34.
    >Oh boy. Looks like you had stumbled upon something troublesome.
  35. 35.
    >You took a drag from your cigarette and heaved the smoke through your teeth.
  36. 36.
    >This might turn ugly if things went south.
  37. 37.
    >The only thing you could hope for was that this wasn’t some student-utilizing hunt for delinquents.
  38. 38.
    >If it was just some idiot looking for a place to stash her booze, that you could cope with.
  39. 39.
    >Hell, you might have tried to buy a bottle.
  40. 40.
    >But if this was connected in any way to that Principal…
  41. 41.
    >Shit, the memory of your first meeting still gave you shivers. That ma’am was not to be messed with.
  42. 42.
    >But! Back to the present.
  43. 43.
    >Namely, the door of the band room slamming open.
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    >”S-smoking on the school’s premises is, like, illegal, you know!?”
  45. 45.
    >Hoo boy.
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  47. 47.
    >Blue and purple. Hair on an energetic ponytail that bounced to the rhythm of her breathing.
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    >Whoever this girl was, at least she knew how to leave an impression with her style.
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    >Still, the confident image was marred by how she was shaking.
  50. 50.
    >Her whole body seemed to scream how confronting you was the last thing that she wanted to do.
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    >But seeing, and more importantly, smelling her left you relaxed.
  52. 52.
    >That smell that hung around her… you knew it all too well.
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    >Small grin forms on your lips.
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    “I know. I just don’t care. What’cha gonna do, brother?”
  55. 55.
    >Clearly not the answer she was looking for. The girl tilts her head in confusion.
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    >However, she recovers just as quickly.
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    >”I’ll… I’ll report to Principal Celestia! And I’m not a brother, but with the Student Council, you know?”
  58. 58.
    >Wow. It had been a while since you had heard a lie that bad.
  59. 59.
    “No you won’t. In fact, you’re not with those goons. From what I can see, you’re just trying to make me leave.”
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    >Bullseye. The girl recoils in a surprise.
  61. 61.
    >”H-how did you know!?”
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    “Mostly judging by the state of your clothes, and your smell. It’s been a while since you showered, huh?”
  63. 63.
    >Another bullseye. She was now holding onto the door as a support.
  64. 64.
    >Looks like you had hit closer to home than she wanted.
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    >“Is it… like, that obvious?”
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    >She looks rather embarrassed.
  67. 67.
    >The sight was endearing enough that you have to take another drag just to hide your grin.
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    “As a former homeless, it strikes a chord with me. Dunno about others.”
  69. 69.
    >This seems to surprise her in a different way. She leans a bit closer, eyes wide.
  70. 70.
    >”Wait… you’re homeless, too?”
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    >You shrug and continue strumming the vaguely familiar chords.
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    “Not anymore. I used to be, though. That’s why it’s easy to spot someone in the same situation.”
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    >You chuckle a bit.
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    “Thanks for the confirmation though. Now it’s clear I have nothing to worry about.”
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    >That made her expression quickly sour.
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    >It seemed that now that her lie had been busted, she no longer had any idea what to do.
  78. 78.
    >”Aww, now I went and messed up. Aria’s gonna kill me. For realsies, this time.”
  79. 79.
    >The sight before you made the old guitar in your hands seem real interesting all of a sudden.
  80. 80.
    >Damn girl had the perfect “kicked puppy” moment going on.
  81. 81.
    >You almost felt like Indy before the Arc of Covenant.
  82. 82.
    >Keep your eyes shut, Anon!
  83. 83.
    >And so, a moment of awkward silence falls over the room.
  84. 84.
    >You do your best to fill it with the sound of your guitar, but it’s not really working.
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    >So, eventually, you succumb. To a degree.
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    “You know, I’m not moving from this room… but I don’t mind other people here.”
  87. 87.
    >This catches her attention.
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    “So if this is your hangout or whatever, I’m not driving you out.”
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    >”Really? Even if I’m…”
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    >She left those words hanging in the air stiffly.
  91. 91.
    >Looks like someone else had their collection of bones in their closet.
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    “Don’t care, Blue. You don’t pry into my business, I don’t pry into yours. Deal?”
  93. 93.
    >The girl before you smiles for the first time. She nods enthusiastically.
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    >With a little bounce in her step now, she enters the band room and looks around.
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    >However, just as quickly, she looks back at you, a little confused look on her face.
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    >”I’m Sonata, by the way. Not Blue.”
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    “Whatever you say, sister.”
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    >”And I’m not your sister, either. At least I hope I'm not!”
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    >You heave a heavy sigh and grimace. This was going to be a chore.
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    “I know that. It’s just… it’s just a saying. Don’t mind me.”
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    >”Alrighty, then I won’t!”
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  103. 103.
    >The blue-haired girl, Sonata, is quick to lose her interest in you.
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    >Instead, she makes a beeline straight for your thermos, with curious sparkle in her eyes.
  105. 105.
    >She peers into the container, only to draw immediately away like the sight had burnt her face.
  106. 106.
    >”W-what’s that!? It looks, like, boiling asphalt!”
  107. 107.
    >You smile a bit smugly.
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    “Never seen real coffee before, I take it?”
  109. 109.
    >”I’ve seen coffee, and that’s not it! That’s… that’s just something evil!”
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    “Never knock something before you try it. Didn’t your mama ever tell you that?”
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    >Your lopsided joke has a bit of a surprising effect.
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    >Sonata’s expression droops, and she shuffles around awkwardly.
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    >”Umm… I dunno. I don’t remember my mama.”
  114. 114.
    >Well shit.
  115. 115.
    >Now you went and made things depressing.
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    >… Or so you thought, but it looks like the girl’s forgotten about it already.
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    >Indeed, she’s busying herself by pouring some of your coffee to the cup.
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    >And, surprisingly enough, she’s humming along with the tune of your instrument.
  119. 119.
    >Chuckling in relief, you return to strumming your guitar.
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    >At some point, Whorehouse Blues had morphed into Jessica.
  121. 121.
    >You hadn’t even really realized it.
  122. 122.
    >Was it because of this girl’s perky aura? Sure, she still seemed bit uncomfortable around you, but…
  123. 123.
    >Underneath that shifty way she held herself seemed to shine some sort innocence.
  124. 124.
    >At least enough to brighten your mood a bit.
  125. 125.
    >”Eugh! Uagh! G-gaah!”
  126. 126.
    >You are snapped from your thoughts by sounds of pure disgust.
  127. 127.
    >Looking at its source, you see that Sonata has already had a taste of the coffee.
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    >She’s currently writhing on the floor, doing her best cerebral palsy impression.
  129. 129.
    >”It… It tastes like death! For realsies!”
  130. 130.
    “And yet it makes you feel alive. Grand are life’s mysteries, huh?”
  131. 131.
    >Sonata responds by making puking sounds and wiping her tongue with a napkin.
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    >Eventually Sonata seems to calm down, or, at the very least, get the taste out of her mouth.
  134. 134.
    >She sighs in relief and sits down on one of the amps close by.
  135. 135.
    >You frown at the sight a bit.
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    >It’s not like the girl can weigh that lot, but still, that’s just rude.
  137. 137.
    >She notices your expression, and grins sheepishly.
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    >”So, umm… what’s your name?”
  139. 139.
    >Here comes the forced ice-breaker.
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    “Anon.”
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    >”Anon? I’m Sonata! Nice to meet’cha!”
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    “Yeah, I know. You told me already.”
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    >”Oh! So I did.”
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    >She giggles in delight.
  145. 145.
    >Looks like this one’s easy to amuse, at the very least.
  146. 146.
    >After a moment of silence, she crosses her legs and leans against them.
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    >”So, like, what are you doing here, Anon?”
  148. 148.
    >You grimace again. Looks like small-talk is unavoidable.
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    “What does it look like I’m doing?”
  150. 150.
    >You try to convey your annoyance with your tone.
  151. 151.
    >Such subtle message misses her by couple miles and crashes into some runaway big rig out in Nevada.
  152. 152.
    >”Well, it looks like you’re smoking illegally and hiding away in the band room, playing a guitar.”
  153. 153.
    >Sonata manages to even look proud at her answer.
  154. 154.
    >It was just a rhetorical question, you nitwit.
  155. 155.
    >Don’t look so smug dammit!
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    “I suppose it does. In other words, I came here to be alone.”
  157. 157.
    >”Oh! So, how’s that working out for you?”
  158. 158.
    >If your hands weren’t focused on the strings, you’d have them have a quick pow-wow with your forehead right about now.
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    “Oh, it’s working out great. Just marvelously, in fact.”
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    >Even though your voice is dripping with sarcasm like venom from snake’s fangs, it goes unnoticed.
  161. 161.
    >The blue-haired goof next to you just smiles happily.
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  163. 163.
    >You once again focus on the guitar in your hands, trying to ignore the drill-like gaze of the girl.
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    >If she was really supposed to drive you away from this room, she’s not going that good of a job.
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    >… Or, maybe she is.
  166. 166.
    >This silence between you two is getting pretty unbearable.
  167. 167.
    >You eventually decide to break it.
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    “So? What are you actually doing here?”
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    >”Oh, we usually sleep here since the place is unlocked, so Adagio sent me ahead to make sure nobody was here.”
  170. 170.
    >The girl happily blabs on, without a care in the world.
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    >”But since it turned out you were here, she and Aria were like: ‘Get rid of him, now!’ and stuff.”
  172. 172.
    >The happy expression makes way for a pout as Sonata crosses her arms.
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    >”But, like, how am I supposed to do that? You’re huge! And look scary! And—“
  174. 174.
    >Suddenly, she clamps her hands over her mouth, looking shocked.
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    >Well, it was about time she noticed she had just ratted her true intentions.
  176. 176.
    >You chuckle and turn your attention back to the guitar.
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    “And you just blew your plan, so I have even less intention of moving from here. Way to go, goof.”
  178. 178.
    >”Oh no, what’re we gonna do now? I don’t wanna go back to the streets…”
  179. 179.
    >Ignoring her, you bring the current melody to a close, and let your fingers rest for a moment.
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  181. 181.
    >You reach for the still-steaming cup of coffee and take big swig.
  182. 182.
    >The lava-like substance fills your mouth, and for a moment, you feel at peace.
  183. 183.
    >Satisfied, you stump your cigarette in the makeshift ashtray.
  184. 184.
    >All while trying to ignore the girl despairing next to you.
  185. 185.
    >”See, we got kicked out of home few months ago…”
  186. 186.
    “Uh huh.”
  187. 187.
    >You feign disinterest.
  188. 188.
    >It’s not that you’re totally against talking with Sonata, but her situation is none of your business.
  189. 189.
    >Therefore, you pluck a few notes instead, fumbling for any melody to fill the silence.
  190. 190.
    >She simply fidgets her fingers, looking rather downcast.
  191. 191.
    >You can only hope she’s not the type to confine in total strangers.
  192. 192.
    >”We… we did something pretty bad.”
  193. 193.
    >Oy vey.
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    >”We were pretty nasty before. Like, super nasty. And we wanted to use lotsa people for our own gain.”
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    >You didn’t want to hear this. This had nothing to do with you.
  197. 197.
    >Couldn’t she seek a counseling session from someone professional?
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    >You were just a delinquent hiding away in the band room, goddammit!
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    >”But we got caught and then, um… we were punished. They took away what made so dangerous.”
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    >”After that, we’ve been scraping by. It’s been super hard. Everyone hates us, after all…”
  201. 201.
    >You focus on staring at the guitar strings.
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    >The sight of something glimmering in Sonata’s eyes is not something you want to intrude upon.
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    >You have that much respect for her.
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    >”And Adagio and Aria hate everyone else. So nothing’s getting better. Nothing’s fun anymore.”
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    >”It’s not like I wanna go back to way things were. We were mean to each other back then, too.”
  206. 206.
    >Sonata sighs and looks down at her hands.
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    >”I just wish the three of us could still have some fun. Even if it was just us…”
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    >And with that, she falls silent once more.
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    >You’re left to fill the room with some notes that sound grating even to your own ear.
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    >Even if you did tune the guitar before starting.
  211. 211.
    >Strange, that.
  212. 212.
    >Eventually you simply give up, and reach in your pocket for another cigarette.
  213. 213.
    >As you light it up, you glance at Sonata.
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    >Her eyes are now staring at the floor, and her expression could put a whole dog pound to shame.
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    >Goddammit, you were not used to dealing with girls like this.
  216. 216.
    >Why did she just suddenly show a vulnerable side to a guy she barely knew?
  217. 217.
    >Who does that!?
  218. 218.
    >You folded your arms and leaned back your chair.
  219. 219.
    >You stared at the smoke rising from the tip of your cigarette, gilded by the light of the setting sun.
  220. 220.
    >Strangely enough, the sight makes words form your lips.
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    “You know… nobody goes through this life and does everything perfectly.”
  222. 222.
    >Sonata looks at you, surprise written all over her face.
  223. 223.
    >She really didn’t expect that.
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  225. 225.
    >Suddenly, Sonata snorts in amusement, and a hint of a smile rises to her lips.
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    >”That’s… Brad Paisley, right?”
  227. 227.
    “Huh?”
  228. 228.
    >”That’s from Brad Paisley’s song, isn’t it? I thought it sounded familiar.”
  229. 229.
    >Now that you think about it, yeah, it was.
  230. 230.
    >You hadn’t even realized that when you spoke it.
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    >Still, the words had felt fitting considering what you had just heard.
  232. 232.
    >At the very least, the words had some positive effect on the girl.
  233. 233.
    >She no longer looked like her pet had been crushed under the body of her dead mother.
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    “So… you listen to Paisley?”
  235. 235.
    >Sonata nods after some hesitation.
  236. 236.
    >”Um, sorta. Adagio wanted us to focus on one genre, but I couldn’t help but to experiment a bit.”
  237. 237.
    >She scratched her cheek, looking a bit embarrassed.
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    >”But, like, I wasn’t really good at singing in any other style, so I just listened to CDs.”
  239. 239.
    >”Since, you know, we were preparing for the competition.”
  240. 240.
    >Suddenly, something hits you.
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    >It was like puzzle-pieces that had been nagging in your head were locked in place.
  242. 242.
    >You had heard about this girl and her friends before.
  243. 243.
    >When you arrived not too long ago, you heard some rumors.
  244. 244.
    >About some sort of “Battle of the Bands” that had happened.
  245. 245.
    >And how some girls participating in it had used some… questionable means.
  246. 246.
    >You never heard any details, but you could guess that one of those girls was now before you.
  247. 247.
    >Suddenly their insistence of sleeping in the band room made all too much sense.
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    “So, you sing, huh?”
  250. 250.
    >To emphasize your actual point, you plucked the first few notes of the song you had just talked about.
  251. 251.
    >”O-oh, um, not really. Not anymore. I just… I just sound terrible now. For realsies.”
  252. 252.
    “Hey, it’s not like I’m Setzer or anything, either. You should sing if you want to.”
  253. 253.
    >Sonata waves her arms hastily.
  254. 254.
    >”It’s alright, really! I’m… I’m fine.”
  255. 255.
    “Oh. Well, suit yourself.”
  256. 256.
    >You shrug and continue playing. It’s a bit of a shame, but you can’t really force the girl.
  257. 257.
    >You let the melody flow from your fingertips.
  258. 258.
    >Its hopeful tones fill the band room, mixing with the orange light pouring in from the outside.
  259. 259.
    >You have to admit, it wasn’t a bad choice at all, considering the atmosphere.
  260. 260.
    >Of course, it would have been better if there was someone to sing along with it, but alas.
  261. 261.
    >Even if she had hummed along with you before, if she didn’t want to sing, that was that.
  262. 262.
    >You just let the first part of the song repeat itself.
  263. 263.
    >It was relaxing in itself, but it was also an invitation.
  264. 264.
    >At the very least, you wanted to let her know that skills or no, she was welcome to join in at any time.
  265. 265.
    >… Even if you didn’t know the reason why you wanted that.
  266. 266.
     
  267. 267.
    >Suddenly, you hear it.
  268. 268.
    >It starts faint, hesitating, almost too quiet to hear.
  269. 269.
    >But as you don’t react to it, it gains some strength surprisingly quickly.
  270. 270.
    >It’s a feminine voice.
  271. 271.
    >And it’s coming from next to you.
  272. 272.
    >”Y-you over think things, you say what if w-we’re not meant to be…”
  273. 273.
    >You glance at Sonata.
  274. 274.
    >The girl’s hiding her face beneath her bangs, and you see a pink flush on her cheeks.
  275. 275.
    >Her fingers are fidgeting faster than before, but it’s from excitement, not shame.
  276. 276.
    >With a faint smile rising to your lips, you take a drag from your cigarette and continue playing.
  277. 277.
    >Soon enough, the two of you are recreating that song you both knew.
  278. 278.
    > [YouTube] Brad Paisley - Make A Mistake With Me (embed)
  279. 279.
    >The further you continue, the more confidence Sonata’s voice gains.
  280. 280.
    >Sure enough, when she gets enough strength behind it, you can’t help but to wince a bit.
  281. 281.
    >It’s bad. Really bad.
  282. 282.
    >You understand why she’d be so hesitant to sing these days.
  283. 283.
    >But at the same thing, you can’t help but to marvel at the earnest passion behind it.
  284. 284.
    >She may sing horribly, but she sings straight from her heart.
  285. 285.
    >It’s been a while since you heard such innocent love towards music itself.
  286. 286.
    >It’s enough to make you forget the lack of skill as you lead you two into the bridge.
  287. 287.
    >You lose yourselves into the music, and let the world around you fade away momentarily.
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  289. 289.
    >There’s nothing else important at this very moment.
  290. 290.
    >Just the sound of the old acoustic guitar you’re playing.
  291. 291.
    >And the untrained voice of Sonata accompanying it.
  292. 292.
    >The orange-dyed band room in otherwise empty school.
  293. 293.
    >The smoke of your cigarette slowly rising towards the ceiling.
  294. 294.
    >The cheerful smile spreading to the lips of the girl next to you.
  295. 295.
    >The rhythmic tapping of your foot that you barely even realize.
  296. 296.
    >The soft clapping of Sonata’s hands as she paces herself to the melody.
  297. 297.
    >It all mixes together to create what you can only describe as a “moment.”
  298. 298.
    >It doesn’t matter whether either of you is that great at playing or singing.
  299. 299.
    >What you’re creating right now is still, undoubtedly, music.
  300. 300.
    >After all, it’s coming from two people enjoying what they are doing.
  301. 301.
    >It only takes that much.
  302. 302.
    >Just like that, the awkward pauses and forced conversations are swept aside.
  303. 303.
    >What is left is understanding.
  304. 304.
    >In such a simple way, you’ve found the right tune to connect yourself with this girl.
  305. 305.
    >Human interaction is surprisingly easy, after all.
  306. 306.
    >It doesn’t need much thought put into it.
  307. 307.
    >As long as you can find something you both feel is fun, then it’s alright.
  308. 308.
    >And this song is the discovery you’ve made with Sonata.
  309. 309.
    >You raise your gaze, and notice that the blue-haired girl is staring straight at you.
  310. 310.
    >Gone is the sadness that you saw before.
  311. 311.
    >It has been replaced with, of all things, gratitude.
  312. 312.
    >You’re a bit surprised.
  313. 313.
    >You continue playing, but at the same time, you don’t even focus on your hands anymore.
  314. 314.
    >The same thing seems to happening with her.
  315. 315.
    >You simply look into each other’s eyes.
  316. 316.
    >That raspberry-colored stare is drilling itself into your deepest thoughts.
  317. 317.
    >For some reason, you feel heat overtake your cheeks.
  318. 318.
    >And yet… you don’t break away.
  319. 319.
    >After all, it’s just part of this “moment.”
  320. 320.
    >Nothing needs to be said or done. It’s just the music and the two of you.
  321. 321.
    >And that, as they, is alright.
  322. 322.
     
  323. 323.
    >”Sonata! Just *what* are you screeching in here?”
  324. 324.
    >As before, the door of the band room is slammed open with quite the force.
  325. 325.
    >The sudden interruption makes you strike the wrong chord.
  326. 326.
    >Just like that, the song comes to a jarring halt.
  327. 327.
    >The two of you stare at the girls standing in the door way.
  328. 328.
    >One of them has orange hair the size of the Hindenburg, and a haughty expression.
  329. 329.
    >The other one could make a lemon tree blush in shame with the sourness of her scowl.
  330. 330.
    >It seems the Poofy Haired One is about to berate Sonata some more, but jerks back after seeing you.
  331. 331.
    >”And… who is this?”
  332. 332.
    >She asks, folding her arms and glaring daggers at you.
  333. 333.
    >”Oh! That’s Anon! Anon, this is Adagio and Aria!”
  334. 334.
    >The blue-haired goof next to you has zero ability in reading the mood, it seems.
  335. 335.
    >”Oh. So this is *him*. Sonata, wasn’t there *something* you were supposed to do about… this?”
  336. 336.
    >Adagio makes a much-telling gesture with her hand, waving a little towards you.
  337. 337.
    >This seems to bring Sonata back to the matter at hand, as she grimaces in embarrassment.
  338. 338.
    >”Oh, right. Umm, well, you see—“
  339. 339.
    “Nah, that’s alright, Sonata. I was just about to leave after this song, anyhow.”
  340. 340.
     
  341. 341.
    >Your words catch her by surprise.
  342. 342.
    >”You were? But, you said…”
  343. 343.
    “I’ve had my coffee and smoked enough to ruin one room. I think that’s a job well done, no?”
  344. 344.
    >You grin at her as you pack away your thermos, and return the guitar to its stand.
  345. 345.
    >As you get ready to leave, Sonata gets up from the amp and walks over to you.
  346. 346.
    >She shuffles a bit awkwardly, but still manages to smile.
  347. 347.
    >”Umm, Anon? That was, like, super fun. For realsies.”
  348. 348.
    “Yeah. I suppose it was. It was a welcome break from playing alone.”
  349. 349.
    >Adagio and Aria look at you two in confusion as you chuckle.
  350. 350.
    >It seems they have no idea what’s going on.
  351. 351.
    >After saying goodbye to Sonata, you head out of the band room, brushing past the two who interrupted you.
  352. 352.
    >Aria merely scoffs at you, but Adagio is giving you a scrutinizing glare.
  353. 353.
    >To be honest, it unnerves you a bit.
  354. 354.
    >You knew girls like her. They were seriously nothing but trouble.
  355. 355.
    >You hurry your steps a bit. The faster you put some distance between you two, the better.
  356. 356.
     
  357. 357.
    >As you are about to exit the band room, you suddenly hear Sonata calling out to you.
  358. 358.
    >”Thanks, Anon! I’m feeling much better now!”
  359. 359.
    >You smile back at her, and give her a small wave.
  360. 360.
    >She enthusiastically waves her hand back.
  361. 361.
    >”I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow!”
  362. 362.
    >Tomorrow, huh?
  363. 363.
    >That was a bit unexpected.
  364. 364.
    >But if you were honest with yourself, it wasn’t… unwelcome.
  365. 365.
    >You hadn’t really made any new acquaintances at the CHS, after all.
  366. 366.
    >As you walk down the corridor, you can still hear the faint sounds of the trio talking with each other.
  367. 367.
    >”Okay, Sonata, you were right. That guy was, ugh, super weird.”
  368. 368.
    >Sounds like you didn’t leave a good impression on Aria.
  369. 369.
    >”I agree with you there… but I noticed a distinct lack of scorn for us. What was up with that?”
  370. 370.
    >It was kinda sad that that was what Adagio paid attention to.
  371. 371.
    >”Oh, I think he, like, transferred here not long ago! He was really fun! Weird… but fun!”
  372. 372.
    >You really didn’t want to hear that from Sonata, of all people.
  373. 373.
    >Eventually even their voices faded away as you got closer to the main entrance.
  374. 374.
    >It was back to the landfill-like apartment with you, but, for some reason, you didn’t mind.
  375. 375.
    >In fact, you were in a much better mood than you had been in a long while.
  376. 376.
    >Humming the tune you had been just playing, you threw around the thermos in your hands.
  377. 377.
    >The smoke on your lips burned with newfound vigor.
  378. 378.
    >You were Anonymous.
  379. 379.
    >Cigarettes and coffee were still just about the only things you had to your name.
  380. 380.
    >But after today… you also had a new friend.

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