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[Ranger of the North]

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[DeMaizu]

I'm entering! And I know what I'm going to write for this already.

[Ranger of the North]

I'm entering! And I know what I'm going to write for this already.

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[TheSongOfTheStars]

I will post an entry! Tomorrow!

[Ranger of the North]

I will post an entry! Tomorrow!

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[Ranger of the North]

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[TheSongOfTheStars]

The piano music filled the concert hall. A haunting, gentle tune that stirred the air.
The seats where empty and the song fell on the distant confines of the roof.

Silently the cloaked figure slide between the rows and seated itself. Bright eyes closed and the slim figure smiled beneath the mask as the familiar tune warmed the rain chilled soul.

After a few minutes of passionate playing, the pianist finished and leaned back with a sigh of satisfaction.

With a swirl of fabric, the cloaked intruder stood and applauded, filling the room with an unprecedented sound.

Startled, the pianist tried to stand up, got his paws caught in the piano bench's legs, and ended the struggled by tipping the entire thing over on top of him.

"Oh, sheesh." the cloaked figure sounded annoyed, but he raced down the aisle and up onto the stage, quickly righting the bench and untangling the moaning musician.

"You don't have to go into hysterics because you're startled, y'know."

Wesley stared up at his brother with wide, glazed eyes. "Townly?"

The older weasel shook his head "No. I'm Mr. Harrison. Seriously. You should know my face by now."
"You scared me," the blond musician said tritely as he picked himself up.

Townly shrugged "I didn't mean to. But that was something of an overreaction. Even for you."

"I know.... I just so nervous.
"Oh," Townly smiled sympathetically "But, Wes, it'll be just like the other concerts."

"No it won't," snapped the younger brother "The other concerts weren't it Tasent Hall. And the pieces I played weren't ones I composed. There's going to be so many more creatures looking at me."

"I know for a fact that they won't."

Wesley lifted a dubious brow, sensing a sarcastic comment or witty note lying beneath the sympathy. He hesitated for a second, wondering whether or not to bite.
"What do you mean by that?"

"They'll all have their eyes closed, enjoying the rapturous melodies that you composed."

Wesley snatched a sheaf of sheet music and wacked his brother over the head with it "Shut up. You're not helping."

[L.V.L]

The theater is a mysterious place.
Where beauty and tragedy stricks at the same time.
The audience will sit in silence.
Awe and horror going through their minds.
They don't pay attention to the things around them.
Where even more mystery is learking.
It will creep up on you in the moments silence.
The theaters shadow.
The theaters phantom.
It's own beauty.
It's own tragedy…

[Ranger of the North]

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[Stem Ginger]

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