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" the famous Composer from Paris is COMING TO TOWN " must be a shocking headline in the local newspaper. Wave of excitement fills the air. with his face show off in every single page of newspaper and things that can be printed on, as if they would also print his face on tissues too if it's not so fragile.
Fame can almost change your whole life, Money, Power you name it, but not your Father's approval. 'Life wouldn't get any harder than this' is the fact that Freddie knew from taking his first step down to the muddy ground from his fancy Calèche with suitcase in hand and a deep breath. Great job Frederick, your father is so impressed by your little performance and now from the apartment in the center of The7th arrondissement you fall like Icarus to this outlandish nowhere. The albino can't help but flinch and flicker his eyes by all the Flash and cameras pointing at his face from every angle possible. With the power of free will, a storm of people flood in trying their best to catch his attention with portraits, Flowers, jewels and poems. Normally our composer would be appreciated but this time is a mess, everyone everything all at once is so Overwhelming. These 2 meters distance between him and the dilapidated house that his merciful father lent as a farewell gift seem to spread wider moment by moment. He reaches for the doorknob like it's his savior but as fingers almost touch. The doorknob suddenly fleet backward with the cracking sound of the door slowly opened. BUT THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING RIGHT MAYBE IT'S JUST A RAT A HUGE RAT, RIGHT???
Frederick had never felt this hatred toward someone at first sight in his life. That pale clean face Cherry Mahogany haired and deep brown eyes THE Average man ever. Oh, for Kreiburg's family sake. For a moment an arrogant French finally sees eye to eye with the diabolical intruder who is already there when he arrives. They both stuck in the 'Surprised pikachu' expression for a moment, long enough for the photographers to take pictures
" This is KREIBURG's property, WHO ARE YOU!" /Because The Composer is pretty sure that a proper butler never gonna wear such things as loose dressing gowns and fuzzy old flip flops like this. the camomile tea in that cup isn't his either since the other man just take a sip right away without hesitation/
" You? Wait, I'm currently renting this place. " the man in casual spoke while taking another sip, his hand reached down to grab the newspaper on the floor AS IF HE'S THE OWNER OF THIS HOUSE!
" I demand you to PROVE IT " Freddie finally reached his breaking point. At first it's his father that granted him the opportunity to live in this horrible place, and now some GUY in his property
It's funny How both of them sit accross from eachother on those armchair with Frederick sigh and frowned as the local lawyer have been brought in to solve this tangled renting and estate papers , Meanwhile Luchino Diruse and his pet Lizard? just being there, smile at him all nice and polite in every sentence the lawyer have said.
that's when the composer relised. NO, NOT THAT OF FALLING IN LOVE. He's an intruder in his own house since his father pose this house for rent a few months ago and turn out, this man just show up one day and rent this place for one whole year in the Prize of £300. and here he is stuck with a stranger. God save our frederick.