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There you are again.
Mismatched eyes so filled with determination.
Eyebrow creased. Weapon drawn. Fingers curled around the hilt of your weapon.
You never use the same one twice in a row, have you noticed that? It's like us with our songs! Always trying to figure out something different, something new.
Maybe you and I are also not so different.
So you didn't like the new song we made for you.
That's okay. Honest. I was mad at you when I wrote it. I'm still mad at you, but now the fighting feels more ... familiar. Like this is just a thing that happens now, as easily as shades lingering or Jetty and Roxy drowning a sailor.
On second thought, maybe I can understand why you're always fighting us, even on days when I can keep that nasty temper of mine under control.
We'll make you another one. And you will like this one, I promise!
I promise ...
A different sound this time. This one with more blues influence. Do you like that? I figured it'd go well with that dour expression you're always wearing.
No? Aw, that's a shame. Figures, though. You wouldn't know good music if bit you on the bum, huh, hon?
Let's try again. Going smoother this time. A little jazzy sound. Slow and steady, like you always climbing up here.
Not a fan of that either? Darn. Well, girls, I guess we'll just have to try again!
We'll get her eventually. I know we will. We always do.
Don't we?
Another sound this time. You didn't seem to care for the slower stuff, so I had Jetty and Roxy go the opposite way. Harder. Heavy metal. Shredding on the guitar so hard it nearly shreds their poor little fins.
Still nothing? Just the usual 'oh, get out of my way, Scylla, I don't like your music, Scylla, stop drowning the souls of the Shades, Scylla.'
You're making me sad, you know.
You make me sad when you're not here too now. We had a concert on. We played like we always do. We got the fans, our adoring fans, coming up to us in throngs, some of them getting drowned, nobody minding the splashing ...
And it just didn't bring me as much joy as it used to. I kept waiting for you to crash. To show up and ruin everything.
You never did.
Don't you know It's rude to keep a lady waiting?
I wanted the adrenaline. I want to fill my heart pound as I desperately try to hit you with my sound. To hear your grunts as you swing those giant axes of yours at my head. What can I say? You ... inspire me. These days, I'm never so inspired to write new music as I am when I'm thinking of you.
You and the next time you're gonna smash my face in with a hammer the size of your arm.
What would it take?
Just to get you to pause for a moment.
Just to get a little bit of so much as a raised eyebrow before you beat me and Roxy and Jetty again.
I just want to make the kind of music for your ears.