And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
All was quiet in Oahu this morning, where if birds did roam the underwater city they would have been all you could hear as they sung their sweet morning chorus. It was too early for anyone to be awake. Well, anyone but Wolfgang… And possibly Astrid. Though the exceed had yet to hear his music teacher shuffle around in her room upstairs, so there was a good chance the girl was still asleep.
She had told him to be up early the night before, saying something about how he was going to have to get use to it now that he was her apprentice. She was expecting him to be up for early morning practices almost every day, and she would not accept lateness. So the small cat complied with her expectations, and woke up at approximately two in the morning. Yes, two in the morning. To be cheeky? No, not really. After all how was that going to effect Astrid at all? It wasn’t. By staying up all night he was not trying to prove something, nor be a smartass. She had not given him a time to be up, so just to be sure he had stayed up all night to wait until she would awaken. Simple as that. Was he tired? No. The excited tingle that ran through and shook his body had been enough to allow him to stay awake the entire night, not bobbing his head or closing an eyelid once. This was his first lesson with her after all, his first step at being able to prove himself to all the other exceeds from his small village that had told him throughout all these years to just give up and leave music to the humans. He was determined to show them even a small kitten like himself could produce a big sound.
As it got closer to dawn however, Wolfgang was no longer content with just sitting around in the still slightly damaged and scorched living room, staring at the grandfather clock that ticked away the seconds. The large, polished grand piano from across the room was staring at him. Into him. Into his soul. It called for his paws to play it, to press upon the smooth keys and produce a beautiful melody. The longer his blue orbs stared at it, the louder its cry rung in his ears. He was getting restless. From where he laid lazily on the cushioned couch, sinking in slightly to the quilted abyss, all he could do was turn his attention to the piano and stare into his own reflection which shone upon its black surface, the urge to get up and play it growing with every tick of the clock beside him.
“Shuwey she wouldn’t get upshet if i jush touch it…” the lispy feline assured himself aloud, pushing himself up slowly to sit up straight. He was getting tired of waiting. And while it would have been easy to get up and wake up the ace himself it probably wouldn’t be the best idea. It’d be rude and not a good way to start his partnership with her. It wouldn’t hurt to just… Touch it, would it? There was no harm in it. The dragon slayer had not said anything about not being allowed to.
Wolfgang shuffled to the edge of the couch and jumped off to land on the cold floor, his paws creating a soft pat. The pitter patter continued as he hurried across the gap that separated the couch and piano, stopping just before the long, wooden stool suited for the instrument. Jumping up he easily climbed on top, arms catching the edge of the seat and wiggling his legs to shuffle more onto it. Once able he swung his legs over to pull himself up the rest of the way. The white fluffy feline let out a huff of air, whiskers twitching as he looked up at the beautiful piano. It was even more shiny up close. He could practically smell the fresh wood and polish even from here, as if it was just made and purchased recently. He stared at its overwhelming magnificence a little while longer before taking two steps forward, keeping his footing on the cushioned seat. Hesitantly, he raised his paws to reveal the keys kept protected by the solid covering, wincing back as when it made contact with the back it created an echoing thunk. He quickly turned his head back to the hallway, checking to make sure Astrid had not heard him. After a few moments of silence, he concluded everything was okay.
He turned back up to the keys, his eyes staring. Human pianos were so… Big… How in Fiore was he going to be able to reach?
He reached a paw upward, trying to reach up to any key he could grab. But it did not work, he was missing it by a couple of inches. Determined he strained his body a little more, standing on the tips of his paws, gritting his fangs together, able to feel he was close.
G. And a scream. As soon as he hit the note at the same exact time an ear piercing scream sounded from the front door. Wolfgang jumped up into the air, his fur standing on end. The combination of the scream and the note broke the fragile silence like glass. Loud and shattering. The cat landed back on the seat on all fours, back arched and eyes wide from the fright that shot into his body. The scream, it was familiar. It was Astrid. There was no mistaking her unique voice. In no time at all a small ball of uneasiness formed in his stomach, clenching at his insides. “Astwid!”
Fearing the worst the small cat scooted to the edge of the bench and slid off, landing upon the floor, his legs going as fast at they could to reach the entrance. His small paws raised above his head, waving frantically.
“Da demons! Da demons awe hewa! Wun! Da sacwafice must be made!” What demons? There were none, but Wolfgang was too frantic to make much sense. In his own mind maybe, but really he was just spouting nonsense as his imagination ran wild.
Once to the entrance he stopped in his tracks, still frightened blue eyes landing upon Astrid. The ace was unmoving, staring at a letter she held before her. The fancy envelope was laid out on the floor before her, torn open without much care.
Still caught in a fearful haze Wolfgang unleashed his sharp claws, looking around wildly.
“Da day of weckoning had awwived! We’wre all doomed!” he shouted upwards to the heavens, falling to his knees dramatically.
At his shout Astrid snapped out of her staring, gazing down upon the frightened cat, furrowing white eyebrows at him questioningly.
“Reckoning?” she repeated, unsure of what he was trying to get at. A happy smile quickly overtook her confused expression, grinning as she bent down and pushed the letter in front of him. Instantly Wolfgang looked upon the clean paper, catching the scent of expensive perfume that tingled his nose. He blinked, trying to read the fancy handwriting, but it was a little too fancy for him to really read. It looked like chicken scratch more than chicken scratch did.
“It’s an invitation!” her words were glazed with cheer and voice on the verge of shouting, but not quite as she knew it was morning and that her already loud scream had been a little too much. But she couldn’t hold in her excitement. After all…
“I’m going to be playing for the royal family!”
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