Chapter 12: The Piano Key (Aflat)
"Luna stop!" he blurted and pulled off her hands from his face. She paused and raised a brow.
"Two on the cheeks and one on the forehead. You don't want? I owe you a lot. I have to give back."
"U-um," he stammered, still blushing. "You have been praising me a lot. I think it's time for me to give that back."
"How?"
"Sing. Use your golden microphone. It's my first time seeing one and my first time to hear one." He smiled. "It could be worth praising."
She looked down at the golden microphone on her lap. She picked it up. "This is going to be my first time too. I might not sound good."
"There's always a first time for everything. It's okay even if you don't sound that good at first. You'll get better with practice."
Luna furrowed her brows and pouted. He gave back her golden music pen.
"Come on now. You won't be given that gift if you're not fit to have it. If you messed up, it's okay. I won't judge. And you still owe me a lot too, remember?"
"Okay," she sighed. That's right. She owe him a lot. And now he's asking a favor of something she is capable of doing. She jumped down from the chair.
With her back facing him Dylan breathe out a sigh of relief. He was glad she was easily distracted. What was she thinking? Giving him a kiss head-on? And not just one but three. He blushed at the thought. She was very bold. Or maybe just stupid. He gave her a surprise one out of gratefulness but he never expected her to want to give back. Talk about getting a taste of your own medicine. Times three.
Luna returned the pen on her treasure chest and took off the key. Surprisingly it melted on her hand and disappeared. She smiled. It really was her key. She walked a short distance and turned to face him. If it wasn't for Dylan, she never would've found her gift. She wanted to sing him a song of thanks.
"What song would you like?"
"Your favorite."
"Are you sure?"
"It's easier to sing something you're familiar with."
"Okay."
Even if it was her first time, she wanted to give her best. She thought of all the things she was grateful for and will pour it out on this song. She smiled at him one last time before closing her eyes. Then she took a deep breath, raised the microphone to her lips and opened her mouth.
After the song has ended, she bowed and smiled at him. Looking at his reaction, she frowned. He was frozen in place and looking strangely again at her, his mouth wide open. Did he discover something again? Seeing that he might not move for a few more minutes, she waved at him.
"Hey Dylan! How was it?" she called out.
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