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...❜ we are fully aware that the only antidote for us is the art of music ❛...

...It is art that makes us search for belonging, the search for elegance without returning to the chaos of the outside, allowing us to live in a state of life surgery, and a huge argument for re- perfume after each surgery....

...Nowadays expire walking towards the dream accompanied by music, only the music forcibly deters us in front of all the door instruments, no wonder that the meanings and the characters that we wanted to release her fall into the hands of the tendons are too hard not to not listen to it, may be enough to contain arias because we are the philosophers of the theater, we do not lack for miracles, we survive...

...In our musical language, which we generally take as labor to form what we have inside, it has the prestige of referring our experience to this subject....

...The models, which provided the discretion is not always the truth that his charge, there is a huge noise covered following a coordinated body, idealism, although he has not yet attributed the worst things, but the feeling of victory over and circled the neglected great merit make human beings repay stoning which they do not feel at all...

...She loves to dream, to make dreams come true all that inevitably forgets, like floating a wall in her imagination, because only dreams supported by life, life that has long not taken its course towards things that strongly wanted it.. but have a world to cry gracefully in what a small one with its pure desire to be as sparkling as its classical theater, and its spirit that strives in the horizons of resilience as the hegemony of instrument tunes...

...In this room, where yesterday's evening had not gone, and the light had yet to come to accompany her too late, wine bottles give birth to a nest on the floor, above all, and cut the clothes on hand in the dreadful recipe, even her messy feminine gait with a deposit of the face is like her...

...In the end, she was forced to remove her body from the beds due to the ringing of her unknown phone....

..."Ah! S**t…"...

...She groaned in exasperation, crying in the hallway, hugging the floor of the room, and the laziness of the room lit up on it....

..."What's wrong now? Are you set as my alarm clock or what?"...

...She was the first to expire on a question and was not given permission to respond clearly with the other....

..."When will your dates be set? We're about to start training in a hurry to arrive or else I'll complain about the boss."...

..."As if you don't know what I get from me, study your thoughts before you speak them and refrain from reading the political bulletin, the task of giving orders is not for you."...

...Her words may seem dry and indifferent perhaps her eyes bore the whole neighborhood, thinking of an empty picture and acting spontaneously, between a time being miserable to the edge of darkness and at another happy to the edge of recklessness....

...Fragment cannot be absorbed when water is in her hand while the keloid is in her chest, and when salvation is in her body and diving into her heart, even the sun is in her heart....

...She finished dressing her clothes, moving her instrument on her back, and with some of the chanted words, she had the installments emanating from her lips on the attribute of a relaxing song, a splash of dancing danced....

..."Look at me, do not make me stalk you today also, while you are devoid of forbidden hands, I need it, my daughter."...

...Her father stood a barrier between her and the exit door, her father, who suffers from a tired aura with his disorganized clothes, clinging to her wrist, asks her what he needs every day....

..."Stop! asking that poison from me, I can no longer recognize you in your condition."...

...She pulled his body out of her body with rigidity. She did not do that with her father before, because she always had the respect for him that no other gender got, she saw him as transgressors and this is what saddened her....

..."When did you grow up and raise your voice to me, huh?"...

...The balance of his body and made his tone rough as well as his palm, which touched a slap in the cheek, extremely careful of webbed and her gaze distraught was limited corrected between the silence of her eyes towards it lips for a moment, what the years tried to conceal under her eyes, bump up the musical tune without knowing...

..."Do you know my father ... your daughter is no longer afraid of you, but at you?"...

...She delicately massaged the slap headquarters before adding another sentence of cold tone to that....

..."I desired your reproach that I was gaining from you out of my own interest. Go back to that musician from whom I drew my strength without stopping."...

...She was surprised when she was in jurisprudence that her survival would make matters worse for both of them. She could have left the house with peace of mind if a third party had not appeared, making her hate spending time in the same house living among people she hates suffocates her....

..."Won't you eat your meal before you go?"...

...She inquired with curiosity that she would act while her nails were being trimmed, indifferent to the runner that was on the stairs....

..."I don't remember eating your meals before, so why do I now?"...

...In the same way that she speaks, she did not allow her stepmother to choose an answer because she said something else....

..."It is assumed that the care that your nails receive is transferred a quarter of it to my father's position, but ... what can be expected of a woman who picks up men's money while it falls on her body."...

...She looked angry and did not feel any kind of exaggeration as she spoke, she is not in a state of sadness to slip into her tongue quiver with predatory, painful letters in vain, but her heart is on her tongue, as she looks, she also feels, and as frankness is born in her heart, that is It is clear from her frank speech...

..."Risa, when will you stop your rudeness and accept my standing, don't you get bored?"...

...She too did not react violently every time, her indifferent behavior was one of the things she had to get used to, whether it was happier or not....

..."I use my lips to play the saxophone, so I use it for rude replies too."...

...She closed the door of the house after her quick exit, she wasted valuable time for discussion and pretended to forget the work that awaited her, she became afraid of meeting with her family, and when there is this kind of fear, homes lose their only privilege...

...The Lord created in her all this beauty that appears on her creation, while inside her is full of filth, and for this reason, in the eyes of everyone it seems appropriate, and whoever looks within her will have to surrender to leave on the edge of her hell....

...She is proud of herself in her eyes, because she alone knows her struggle and the lectures that arise within her when her voice appears to be ostensibly buried, as she testifies to the many moments in her life that she agreed to crush and did not succeed, under the pretext that she was pressing the override button first...

...She did not find the parking spaces vacant due to her prolonged inaction this time, her mood became more intense as the steering wheel got successive blows without failing to shout insults that came out of her mouth shouting...

..."Miss Risa, you can't park your car here, this is where our guest is today."...

...She lowered the car window so that she could hear the guard, and as soon as he finished his words, she screamed angrily, causing the other to fear her....

..."Mr Park, I was late for my training semester, so let the guest go to hell, just keep the car here as soon as I check that I haven't been fired from the job."...

...She addressed him in a polite tone while choosing gentle looks that he could not fail to obey...

..."Take responsibility when something happens that doesn't follow its consequences."...

...She lowered her head down several times, stealing a kiss on his forehead, before he found her running towards the gate in steps resembling a ten-year-old girl....

..."You have finally been gracious to you saxophone player, you can trust me, I am the Well of Secrets, Do you live underground?"...

...She stood on the tips of her shoes in calm steps, not afraid of the path she was taking, but what really scared her was the startled exit of her annoying friend....

..."Suran! get away from me, I don't have time for your banalities, Where's the leader now?"...

..."He is gone and will not return."...

...Suran has set a goal to make Risa pay attention to what her lips throw at her, and the sight of shock on her face inevitably leads to other curious questions....

..."Why? Am I the reason?"...

..."What a sudden confidence! He will move to live his private life away from the stage, being ready for his wedding this week."...

..."Oh my God, why does he have to betray music with a woman?"...

...She thought she was mimicking herself, and what happened to her hospitality was the constant sight of Suran until she woke her up from the stray spot....

..."It won't be long and one of them will be promoted to the position of Maestro."...

...She shared the correct opinion, while their hearing caught a voice that ran steps towards them...

..."What happened to you Yixing?"...

...He paused catching his breath, despite his eager gazes to reveal before his tongue....

..."They are attacking Mr. Park."...

...He spoke intermittently, taking some time to breathe, while Risa turned outside with Suran behind her hoping to match her speed....

...As soon as she reached the parking lot, she saw a quarrel between four men throwing their power on the discarded Mister Park on the ground with no strength to defend, then she threw her machine towards Yixing, who was better at grasping her, tense from those angry actions....

..."Get away from him bastards, who are you damn?"...

...Before she reached the site of the disagreement, she wrapped the shirt into her elbow, pushing them away from his outstretched body....

..."Do you want to be at ground level as well, because we don't mind raising a hand on a female?"...

...Raging rage covered her, and she could not describe the state she was in, or what words would come out of her mouth that she feared would be harmful from the ferocity of her intensity, and her hand closed in the form of a fist through which she absorbed the anger it contained....

..."I asked a question and I don't like to expect the answer. Who are you?"...

...She said the last two words before the other took a kick from her, without dispensing, she added her fist, too, joining in her raised voice....

..."Someone breached the location of our president's car and assumes that the guard is a trustee, or you are receiving the coin without a job."...

...She surprised him with a slap without warning, so his other assistants seized her. She did not stop moving for salvation, as her ferocity has no end...

..."Hey b**ch, how dare you!"...

..."Your mother is a b***..."...

...Suran’s body appeared in front of her, as she puts her hand on Risa’s lips, trying to hide insults coming out in an incomprehensible voice...

..."What is she saying, is she insulting me?"...

...He asked her friend, who is trying to prevent the other from pulling his hair, looks as if the rope has cut her neck and she is thirsty for quarrels, the ugliness comes out of her mouth as prostitutes come out of a burning club...

..."She prays for you in the God, worry about yourself... i i mean, don't worry"...

...She wanted to get her body out of this chaos, but the anger injection was still effective inside, for Yisheng to appear, leaving his shock after what he noticed from Risa...

..."This woman is a dangerous being that you know nothing about, she is truly a frightening being who prefers to stay as far as possible from her, otherwise you will all perish."...

...He ordered them to step down and not get involved, more fearing the path of the skirmishes towards the courts, they ran to their places, withdrawing as soon as they saw that woman’s madness, she went to Mr. Park and checked on him...

..."Are you okay? I will do myself justice to them, those agitators"...

...She was going to their side had he not grabbed her wrist and pulled her...

..."Fine, I'm fine, don't cause a problem your father is not in a position to make him more sad."...

...She breathed deeply, listening to him on the verge of standing up...

..."I kept them away from damaging your car, which prompted them to attack, but they left a small scratch in the front of the car."...

..."What! Have they touched my car with unclean hands ... Damn it?"...

...He pushed her, complained about her behavior, blamed her...

..."Hey! naughty, I am the one who was damaged and it is just a tangible thing made artificially of iron."...

...She could not listen to him while she was only steps away from her car or to pick up her young daughter after the saxophone...

..."Mr. Park, is that what you'd describe as a little scratch?"...

...She looked narrowly, placing her hands on the roof of the car...

..."This is what I was able to say to make sure you never have a tantrum again."...

..."I already have"...

..."Hey! Risa, stop it, get back here."...

...The baseball stick attracted in the hands of a group of young men who prevented them from enjoying this sport, and took quiet steps, which made them not notice it until they heard a cracking sound and only saw the windshield of the car completely shattered....

..."What have you done, you crazy!!"...

...Someone spoke with a shocked face....

..."Do not ... touch ... my car ... AGAIN!!"...

...Between one word and the other, her voice rises, which made them fearful. Its character contrasts with the vagaries of the street and people even news of the weather, it does not dominate one character....

...She turned back, and at that moment she met a strange man with black hair raised with skill and sharp looks, in addition to his manly voice that sealed words on her before she passed him, which led to her stopping walking...

..."From my own point of view, a woman may be more feminine if she stops bothering with strength and betraying the lover in itself that breaks her heart."...

...She laughed mockingly, corresponding to his steadfast features....

..."I only accept travel destinations. As for points of view, you are smart where to put them."...

...She passed him to continue her path, perhaps she sent half of her anger into Yixing's face, so she was confused with the look he was looking at until she came under his fists staring at her in a whisper....

..."Do you know who he is to talk to him like this? Oh Risa! your tongue, your tongue, cuff him please."...

...She dumped her body from his hands, receiving no indifference to his plea, and he had no solution but to watch her from getting involved again....

..."Why.. do you know who is Yixing?"...

...Suran burst into the situation, repeating the question over and over, choosing silence, confused looks, as soon as she was tired of persevering for the answer, she closed her mouth in a position of silence like them both...

...Risa is beautiful and usually drives every handsome man to dirty because of her no-nonsense behavior, there are bruises in her heart, and the melodies have shattered her memory, this is her legacy of her temperament and that is the crop of her planting, she is always slippery like gas, she is not satisfied with one space but goes beyond two houses....

..."What are you doing here! You must attend the meeting with the visitor."...

...A theater engineer approaches them urging them to be in the meeting...

..."Who is it anyway? Is this a hotel for meeting guests?"...

...Suran greeted her with a nod to what she said, but the third party between them is still and does not announce a reaction as if he knows about it in advance...

..."I am curious to know who he is."...

...Suran spoke, opening the door to enter, where Risa stands with square hands, not interested in knowing about him, but she is forced to....

...As soon as they set foot on the tarmac, the presenter recounted the life of the same man who had witnessed the quarrel in the parking lot....

..."He has lived in the theaters of Spain for a long time and he is returning to revive the Beethoven Symphony, teaching you you are the children of a musician, welcome to the new maestro Byun Baekhyun."...

...The reactions on their faces are mixed, Yixing watches the saxophone player who shows mixed features of weirdness and loathing at once, while Soran is pleased with the appearance praising his handsome....

..."Yixing, Suran cancel this farce, I disagree."...

...They controlled their breaths as soon as she screamed, minded what was happening, she did not know that despite the dispersion of the vision from its place, he noticed her anger, and as soon as she was ready to leave this farce as she described, he cheered on her thanks to the loudspeaker, he made everyone in the hall receive their attention....

..."Senorita Risa.!"...

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...❛He is a person, if you come across him on your way you will believe in the miracle of fate❜ ...

...A handsome man slips through the paths of minds, joking with vibrating steps on the chest stairs, in harmony with his free lifestyle and lack of certainty he admires, showing when he desires and then leaving as if he was created alone, he is like unread books studied by illiterate people by heart...

...In everything he does, he mastered the creation of beginnings, even his endings are always happy, perhaps he may strive to mistake some of his looks, but this warm feeling remains that with a frightening appearance he witnessed a keen eye on something that he should not know, and he could not ignore....

..."He speaks Spanish, too !!"...

...Generous whispers beating the ear drums even though he does not pay attention to what they whisper, just a firm look and eye contact between him and the saxophone player whose angry features are clearly visible even at the long distance between them....

..."His voice is becoming more manly and he's speaking Spanish, oh! I'm caught up to him."...

...Suran sobbed dramatically, ignoring how to balance and had it not been for Yixing's focus, she would have embraced the wood of the earth....

..."The saxophone player? Why are you still standing there? Come up! The maestro is calling you!"...

...The broadcaster negotiated with her while waving his eyes to that man whose static, natural smile still smashed the demons of her anger, rolled her eyes with pity and spoke from her place with similar coldness....

..."I am not a Spanish speaker, so there is no incentive to be present."...

..."Hey! Risa."...

...He removed the speaker from him, caught up with her before she left, grabbed her arm and made her meet him, and in his mouth there was much talk....

..."Highlight a part of the consideration, he is not an accidental person, he has officially become your leader and the maestro from whom you will derive the jurisprudence of music later."...

...She was bound by the aura of the udder, and if he dared to seek to hide her insolent speech from his hearing, he would have acted, in the event that her meditations were removed from him, then she was surprised by the presence of that man beside them without warning, standing sober and as if he was not present until he asked...

..."When was your training hour before?"...

...They all turned around staring, waiting for someone to respond, and it definitely wouldn't be Risa....

..."Every morning at ten o'clock."...

...Suran answered him while her eyes wandered between his beautiful face, the ideal was so great that she failed to banish her gaze from him while he was so close...

..."Well, from now on, training will start at nine o'clock and there is no criticism of the delay."...

..."I will consider myself an exception."...

...She raised her hand brazenly posing while playing with her locks of hair, as her colleagues stared at her to raise her shoulders, representing ignorance, her natural facial features would have stabilized had it not been for the Maestro's answer...

..."That's right, especially you...

...Your training will be at eight in the morning. "...

..."What, are you kidding me?"...

...She heard a laughing mocking voice from her friend if he prepared an answer to her question to end the speech in his mouth...

..."I only joke with people close to me, and now with your permission."...

...There is no doubt that they are similar in style of speech, because clarity takes up an entire part of their lives, they do not make anyone curious about them, clarity that annoys each other, someone has to see it from another view to notice the amount of pride that embodies...

..."I was created free. Who are you to keep me on your appointments?"...

...He stood still, turning around and fighting her with his gazes, while Yixing pressed her arm to stop harassing him....

..."I am now your professor."...

...He described with the index finger on himself and adopted an attitude of calm, and this is what lit the fires inside her more, because the whole thing is that she did not know him and he also would not have known her on himself...

..."Commander Byun, we have prepared a party for you to mark your presence in our theater. Do you have some time to come?"...

...The presenter came to him, changing the subject while he sent a peek, based on reproach and blame, to the saxophonist who left the place while she withdrew, liking to break off at times in the middle of a sentence, then bend her back and go inert...

...While pride prevents him from the moments that conspired to be tempting times, he saves after moments of ugliness, the end of this world is no longer submissiveness but rather she lives what convinces her mind, then enough...

..."Where are you going! You will join the party that is being held, then you must apologize for what you have done."...

..."Test your luck in making me apologize."...

...She laughed sarcastically, removing her arm from between his hands, before she got into her car to follow them, she knew the order of herself, so she could hardly walk in a path that did not suit her, despite the fading argument with him, she is still under her chest an active volcanic lava...

...She caught their attention with their appearance, standing on the doorstep of the restaurant, looking for a vacant seat, but there was no apparent emptiness except for a seat next to her professor....

..."Risa, sit next to Mister Byun, someone pulled out so their place became empty."...

...Yixing advanced urging her to come to the seat, and only heard Suran's faint voice whispering to her...

..."If you can sit on his thigh, do so, This opportunity won't come twice to you."...

...She stood in front of her, wrapping her palm in the form of a fist, while the other gripped the gravity of the situation, so she moved away with her seat for fear of being hit...

..."Meat cannot be eaten when it is cold, so hurry up."...

...She turned to the source of the sound, and if her interlocking gaze met her, he grabbed the wine cup with his soft fingers....

..."I can eat it cold, don't worry about me, teacher."...

...Foolishly she came to join him, picked up chopsticks, clutching a piece of meat she had stored in her mouth, in a few seconds, her voice cleared up, suffocated due to her overheating, Yixing's back was lightly beating her on the back she thought was the maestro's hand and screamed pushing him away from her...

..."do not touch me."...

...She removed his arm on the table thinking that he was the one who did, while he smiled steadily sipping his drink as if he had got something mocking its cost....

..."I don't have a thought to touch you, saxophone player."...

...Everyone who saw their situation also saw the redness of her cheeks, ashamed, as soon as she turned ready to cursing Yixing with her eyes, he had moved away in fear of her and found the place empty....

...She wanted to grab a bottle of wine, pour to herself, and persist in emanating from her shell of decency because this situation did not suit her personality, she took some time and did not notice that Suran pulled the bottle from her hands until she spoke in a whisper that not everyone could hear....

..."I'll pour out for you, you might break the bottle because of your shyness, my dear."...

...Her gaze ascended as her side chuckle involved provoking what was left of her energy...

..."That's right, and I broke one of your ribs too."...

...She sipped what was in her cup in one fell swoop, terrified those who cast their eyes on her, thinking that she was always trying to strike a balance between mourning and confidence at the same time, because both of them stand firmly inside her, but the cruelty is more beginning...

...She will make those who want to know her suffer a lot to understand her, she will be shortened to abundant personalities in one person, and he will not have a chance to get to know her between the second and the next....

...Don't feel anxious at all, she hides behind her the pain and falsehood of others, and regains her arrogance by isolating them all, without a drop of indifference, because there is no consolation for false things....

...She exceeded the five cups, and traces of drunkenness did not attribute her to her yet, except that her cheeks, which were red from shame, became more red with drink, so they became pleasant to look at, their tired looks, alternating between her teacher who sits comfortably listens to the opinions of others and answers with a word or a smile usually...

..."Sir, Maestro, are you good at playing instruments?"...

...Another question was asked by Suran, she seemed to everyone as if she was interrogating him, but this did not bother him or maybe this is just what he broadcasts....

..."Yes, I played the piano and the clarinet too."...

..."There is no doubt about it, you have two tender hands that are exactly like a gardenia flower."...

...He smiled gracefully at her praise, which she had not stopped from since the beginning of her interrogation phase, Risa kept contemplating his fingers in complete focus as if she had never seen them like before....

..."Suran, ask for another bottle of syrup, I'll take it with me."...

...She imposed the order to fill another glass of wine, no one offered to take it off except for Yixing, who volunteered before adding the other, criticizing her reckless behavior....

..."You can't drink more, you have to train tomorrow."...

..."I said ask for another bottle. What word did you not understand? Huh?"...

...She complained about her leg kicking while she was supposed to hit her friend, sloping toward someone who screamed beside her with a groan....

..."Uh"....

..."What's wrong, Mr. Byun?"...

...He modified his painful features and denied using his hands while massaging the place of pain that she had caused him....

..."Nothing, only mild stomach ache."...

...He looked at her at that moment, when he met her, he found her approaching him, examining her eyes, which looked at him in a gentle way that resembled children and with her untidy hairstyle, his gaze of her remained until she whispered close to him....

..."Sorry I didn't mean to kick you."...

...He thought that she had not learned the art of apologizing because of her insolent tongue, so his face was surprised, the continuation of the gaze between them was spoiled by the shaking of her phone, each of them returned to their previous position as if they had returned to reality, where the color of her face changed to what it was, and he watched it turn the phone after seeing The name of the caller, contained in a terrible darkness, it seemed as if everything had suddenly gone dark, as if an eclipse was born inside....

...Some of them asked for permission to leave, and only a few were left. Speech decreased and stares increased, her phone continued ringing, and every time she refused to answer, it ended with a long sigh that crossed her lips....

...A stranger entered the restaurant, covering his face with a black muzzle, he seemed to be looking for someone and it did not last for a long time until he put his eyes on it, he raised his fingers with a movement inviting her to advance from him...

..."I am going to the bathroom."...

...She faced an excuse to join him, all this was happening under the watchful eye of Pune, who felt that someone was going to win something, but he remained steadfast since he had nothing to do with her or what she did....

...The doubt that was overtaken by a necessity, despite his knowledge of the toughness of her personality, does not lack someone to defend her, but she remains in his eyes just a woman, he has adopted silence and noticed that there is no sense in steadfastness on the hands and that he has to intervene...

...His feet followed her footsteps without even calling anyone aware, he stopped walking as soon as he saw her body facing that man, his eyes narrowed and he couldn't think of anything but that she would be raped....

..."Why do not you answer my calls?"...

..."Because I don't want anything from you"...

...She hit him hard in the chest as soon as he wanted to court her more...

..."But your dad wants me, right?"...

...He lowered his palm on her tufts of hair and caressed him, not long before she attacked him again...

..."Not for long, he will cure and avoid these contraband."...

..."Well, take a small dose before he decides to treat his condition."...

...Throwing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, sending his looks to the knock, warned not to get involved, the person watching them would hide himself to allow him to see what he was going to give her, he took out a white-filled bag and put it in her hand by force and then ran away from her face after imprinting a dirty kiss on her cheek...

...Pune had revealed his body, speeding in his steps towards her, she was the one directing her eyes to the ground, unaware that he was approaching her....

..."Give me that thing."...

..."What are you doing here?"...

...As soon as she noticed him, the shock spread across her face, afraid that he had seen her take the contraband, in case she did not agree to his order, he lowered her arms and randomly checked the pockets of her jacket while she was oblivious to pushing him from her as if he numbed her body...

..."Get away from me, what are you trying to do!"...

..."What motivates you to use drugs at this age?"...

...He shook her pockets to find the bag, opened it, and her substance spilled onto the floor, and he rubbed it with his foot....

..."What is your business in this matter? Then it is not for me."...

..."Whether it is for you or not, I will not allow any of my students to get addicted to this poison."...

...She rubbed her forehead, trying to calm down and not revolt after emptying what was in the bag...

..."It's for my father, YOU--..."...

..."Control your words" ...

...She screamed violently, hitting her feet on the ground, which made Hu a distance between him and her unnatural insanity....

..."You should guide him then instead of misleading him into taking more."...

...She remained silent, without even explaining the situation to him, as her silence did not mean contentment, he is tired of repeating axioms and tired of interpreting them. The first reason is that he has nothing to do with her life because he is alien to her...

..."Sir, the car is ready, shall we leave?"...

...The shadow of one of them came to address his boss, the other murmured and kept looking at her while he was on a step to pass by peacefully until the driver shouted, pointing to the saxophone player with his index finger...

..."What are you doing here! You are the predator who smashed our president's car. I had to sue you."...

...Byun's features remained the same, smooth because he knew about it in advance, but she conveyed signs of surprise, she asks...

..."Are you the boss of these goons?"...

..."Hey! You ..."...

...Had it not been for the arm of his master that prevented him, he would have approached her with his angry aura...

..."Take care of the car until I come... Come on!"...

...He took the matter seriously until the other lowered his head optimistically, but he did not fail to cast a look full of hate on that silent woman, oh! her despicable stubbornness, her heart provokes an argument with her mind every time it wants to beat and the mind does not allow it...

..."Oh! You two are here."...

...Yixing showed up with Suran, who could barely balance, perhaps drinking too much. It's the same woman who warned her friend not to drink more...

..."Risa, can you drive?"...

..."Don't worry about me, I'm a good driver."...

...She clicked on Yixing's shoulder with a gentle tone, after which a slight smile appeared on her face, she felt that she was being watched from the maestro's gaze but her prediction failed to find him looking at the sky from where she was standing, no one can yet know why the female prophecy appears as true as magic and as true as death....

..."Dear Maestro, have you checked my training date? I haven't woken up until 8 in the morning since my high school." ...

...She kindly courted him but failed to make him submit to her, until he answered her...

..."Shall I make it seventh?"...

..."damn you!!"...

...Her sweet face disappeared to what he was shouting at him, while he remained meek even when hearing her insulted him....

..."Instead of brushing your teeth, you should brush your rude tongue."...

...When he finished his speech, he turned to say goodbye to her, and as soon as he had three degrees difference, she chanted him again to ask her question that had engulfed her heart for a long time....

..."Where did you know my name until you called me it before?"...

...He sent his eyes into the void, trying to remember when he called her name so that his memory would be sent to him about the moment of his dialogue in Spanish...

..."Risa... it is easy to save your name"...

...The way he pronounced her name wasn't what she used to hear it before, she felt the letters of her name crumbling between his lips like a musician's melody......

...As if no other man would say her name so softly as he....

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...❛The age difference between them was strings and music❜ ...

...Music was born from a female rib, so every artistic note detects those symbols that lead us to escape from the world. Female is a musical balance that purifies the distance between our feelings and the tendencies of the moment, because history was not made by organic people, but rather made by a musician....

...She clings to art, and forms a soul similar to her, because it is the only justification for you to view life from a bright window, flowing with colors, sparkling with light, and she is the companion of the sky and the long paths, and the shelves of old books, are always on the opposite side of the one in which others meet...

...Great ideas are generated like the sun that lights all the galaxies, but as a small star from the melting of its own darkness, it creates a cup of wine from its crying so that the hands of others do not scratch it....

...Inside the training hall, where someone's voice is louder than his speech about music, she sits and even sleeps on her seat without indifference, her musical instrument almost collapsing if his voice was not emitted for the sixth time from her continuous sleep...

..."Do you embody the sleepy princess who needs a kiss in order to wake up? Open your eyes NOW !!!"...

...He seemed calm and still in the first sentence that he addressed to her, until he shouted to make his strong voice echo everywhere, causing her a horror that almost lost its balance from the seat...

..."I told you I didn't wake up at this time since I was a high school student, you're the one who pressed so be patient."...

...He was not allowed to say more, as he stuffed the saxophone rod in her mouth to prevent her from murmuring like a child....

..."Focus with me, you are playing the instrument incorrectly, the keys are controlled by the first three fingers of the hands together and you are using your five fingers."...

...He went down to her level, and made his fingers touch it in order to explain what he meant. His gaze did not rise to the surface of her eyes, not even a little, because he was interested in the whole picture on the machine that she was holding, he let go of her last fingers to guide her to the correct way....

..."Now ... try this presto."...

...He placed on her sight a sheet of paper containing multiple notes to play your instrument, she sighed ready for his hearing to be heard, followed her eyes on the musical scales, and she may have stepped off her face the expression of sleepiness as soon as she started playing...

...He did not open his mouth when she was playing, and she did not control the rhythm only, but she stole a look at him, and what she met, but constant reflections from him, were convinced the two of them together by the breaks of calm in the music...

...The melodies stormed the training room and set off on a flight, through the annotated windows, in the direction of clarity, towards the land where there was no one, and remained alive in the open space even after that woman stopped playing...

..."You're starting to master it, good!"...

...He clapped lightly, praising her at that time, she would have hidden a smile that was about to appear on her face, had she not sought help from her inanimate appearance....

..."My lips are tired of playing the saxophone, kiss them to get some rest."...

...She revealed what she wanted in a bold environment, her speech surprised him, but he did not let the features prove that to her, but on the contrary, and documented the calm look as if he had no reaction to her, approached her with dry, balanced steps, contrary to what is happening inside him...

..."It is very risky to cause pain in your feet, so that your lips can get some rest."...

...Shroud her with his gaze, as she has no way but to increase her contemplation so close, she did not know that he would crush her with his words because she uses her tongue with more daring people....

..."Your truth has emerged Maestro, have you seen how the saying illuminates the inclinations of people!"...

...She joked her features, so her closeness to the sarcasm had surpassed her because he understood the speech of the eyes as he could imagine what she might think of....

..."What about you? Weren't you making my offer to come to your bed!"...

...He smiled sarcastically as he crossed her barriers with a light touch on the clear surface of her chest, and closed the buttons of her shirt that she forgot to close and left half open, she was not in such a position with a man so submission was her appearance, she was numb with him until she forgot how to use her arms to push him away...

..."When you get out of the house in the morning, check your clothes, you might ignore closing your pants for the next time."...

...He accomplished what he was closing, completing his words...

..."Your solo training is complete, you should gain experience, so play longer at your spare time."...

...He collected his papers far from the field of vision, he is still shocked at her silence because she is a woman with a sharp tongue that is difficult to grasp. He predicted that she would call him before his departure and shouted at him for his boldness, but there is no voice coming from her lips, perhaps because the shock left a long impression on her....

...It is not easy to engage, everyone who benefits from it is considered perishable, as if it was created from sweetness, splendor, and strength to make other men shine in front of it, so that they become nicer, and more efficient than what people knew or knew in their whole life....

...She gathered together while she was silent wandering her gazes in the training hall, she had stamped a touch on her chest, remembering their daring stance, quickly distracted her from her, moving her head several times, as though removing his face from her mind...

...The door pushed to start the noise of speech that penetrated her constant surroundings, she set a surprise look at her fellow musicians as they took their places to start training, inspected her wristwatch looking at the time .. it was nine o'clock as he arranged his appointments last night...

..."Yixing see Risa here at this early time!"...

...Suran pointed at her who had lost her mind, only feeling a pinch of a fingerprint on her right shoulder...

..."Have you met Maestro Byun?"...

..."Hmm, I did, I'll take a break, and if he asks about me ... Make arguments, that's your jurisdiction after all."...

...She stood running away from the gatherings despite her friend screaming to stay, but her mind far exceeded her ability to hear, she walked in the corridors without a specific destination, and stopped walking after hearing a whispered talk near her, so she caught a peek...

..."Lady, I have a training class now, so I have to go."...

...She recognized the maestro’s manly voice, but the voice of the woman she encountered was more familiar because it belonged to her stepmother....

..."I will not take much of your time. I came to ask about the saxophone player Risa .. Her father has worried about her since yesterday, and since you are the new leader, I sure have come across her."...

...Shock gripped her eyes, but she did not stick to palpating behind the wall, she heard but rather led herself to position them, and she came across nothing but their close proximity, her stepmother puts one of her arms on his chest and removed the border area between them, making their bodies close together...

..."What are you doing here? Has your hobby become to fall on the chest of the first man you meet?"...

...She asked with the most frightened tone she had, waving her index finger, and her burning eyes crossed the other...

..."Risa, we have to talk."...

..."If I enter my father's house, beware of appearing your filth in front of me."...

...Her words were reinforced, and Byun got some of her obnoxious looks at his behavior toward her stepmother...

..."He is not at home. He was taken to the hospital last night that you spent in your apartment."...

..."What? How is that."...

...The hate expression faded, taking office, shocked her, unaware of her father's condition, the anger still doomed to him as emaciated as a noose, whenever he felt relaxed, they brought him a new body....

..."He suffered consecutive panic attacks and agitation, so I did the right thing and called an ambulance."...

..."Oh, yes, without you we would be victims of the occupation."...

...The opinion contributed her sarcastically while meeting with sparks from the eyes, he was the third spectator, she sent another Risa with a contradictory look at him before she moved away from the bitter, despite the ugliness of his image in her mind, but he did not migrate her eyes...

...His face was convulsed in a very emaciated form, and his voice was shaky in tone, his thoughts oscillated with excitement, then his intermittent words that did not leak from his throat except in trouble, it was clear that he had done harm to his nature when she found him in that position...

...As soon as I left the music-filled place on the road to the hospital, his focus was distracted, as he did not fully master anything, he hid his knowledge of art and his timing was not appropriate for him to speak much....

...As for her, she noticed that her father and the bed were similar, as both of them did not beat their hearts and did not hear any noise for them. She looked at the face of her only example, wishing in herself that his condition would improve, because the calamity that befell him was like an earthquake, occurring in seconds but destroying what was planned of for years...

...She is the one that does not fear the demise of anyone, who, even at her most broken heart, was dancing ***** in strength, hosting all the fears and turmoil that make her an obstacle to glory, so there is no pain that afflicts her or sadness that sweeps her at night, heals all matters by withdrawing without demanding a reason...

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...His day has passed and his mind is swaying like an old cylinder without interruption, he has finished his job, and he sees that it is too early to go like this without encountering her, he was never that man who cares about all his day what a woman might think of him, because he saves complete knowledge about himself, He sees it as a secondary matter to reveal his personality to someone...

...She does not know him as she thinks when she found him in the witnessed sin, and this is what he loves in himself, it does not come in its pacifist form, but only calls part of the features, he gives her a bad version of it as much as it absorbs her to block her curiosity...

...He walks upright in contrast to his gaze at the ground, moves his hands bored, knows that no one will cross his way as it is late and everyone including them, is staying at their homes, heard the sound of music emanating from the door of the stage, so he approached to make sure ...

...He removed the door that deprived him of vision very slowly to allow him to hear the towering quality of that piece of music, it was not so curious to him as it is now, as he adopted the dive more in the middle of the hall and what happened to be the body of a saxophonist dancing to the melodies of a luxurious Spanish dress in red, and His striking appearance, holding in one hand a glass of wine, the color of which is the same color as her dress, she drinks a little and continues dancing...

...He was not allowed to expose his existence, so he embraced the rope of silence for a long time while he was sitting in one of the seats of the stage staring at her from the bottom of her body to the top. Perhaps he could silence his mind, which repeats the idea that she seduced him, but his looks refuse to stop penetrating her and that is what he cannot ignore...

...He passed his thumb from the beginning of his lower lip to the end with excitement, her professional movements make him crazy, she claps her hands sometimes and other times her shoes make a consistent sound that makes her a Spanish Lady who only lacks a red rose on the ears, she seemed to him more beautiful when shed light on her, more beautiful to the limit which necessitates drowning in kissing her without boredom...

..."In the art of music, the mind is more seductive than the body, but your body deserve to be excluded."...

...He could not prevent himself from flirting with her, she was the one who could not recognize his face well due to the light of the stage, at that moment he insulted himself because he spoke, she was cut off from her captivating dance, which spoiled his visual pleasure...

..."Who are you? Show yourself."...

...She said from her place, trying to balance despite her heavy drinking, pulled himself out of the drawer, fulfill her request...

..."Why are you here alone?"...

...He stood before her, announcing himself, and did not find an expression of surprise in her face at seeing him, perhaps wine is the reason...

..."Mistress of the night has no friends."...

...She answered with relief, unlike her usual accent, which starts with screaming and ends with screaming as well, and she stood before him pouring him a glass of wine while he was trying to stop his desire to hold her waist in his arm, but he could not stand it any more because his features are talkative...

..."Is this why the window of love opens at night?"...

...His intention was not to hear her answer as much as his desire for her gaze to be embraced with his eyes, because he does not like the question, and he is not convinced of the answers that come from a drunken woman's lips....

..."You have to be careful not to climb into that window, because a woman like me does not wait, but adopts her tender strength and steals your lover's heart."...

...He saw her seem more serious at first, but she ended the sentence with a sarcastic laugh, which made him drag her to him when she wanted to give him a glass of wine....

..."Dance me like you would do alone."...

...She became closer to him, and he overlooked her eyes, migrating to her lips stained with lipstick, with a graceful movement the farthest edge of the dress from her leg wandering around and touching her in the places his mind wanted, and together he began performing a flamenco dance with a steady stroke of the loud clapping of the hands while adopting the passion and passion between them, their harmony in dance, is evident from their embrace of their gaze at the time of movement....

...In the last move that led to the end of this performance, he pulled her from the back of her head to his lips, who were eager to make a violent kiss filled with brutality and ferocity, His tongue entered her mouth, she could not catch up with his kissing speed so she let him control until he moved away gasping and puts his forehead on her forehead, and his hands rest on her waist....

..."Would you have do the same to my stepmother if I hadn't been an intruder?"...

...She barely finished her question, because she was gasping tired too....

..."I am not that dirty, and you do not ask about anything your eyes see, because you know that it was she who threw herself in my lap."...

...She adopted silence, remaining only on the conversation of gazes, and once again his fingers violated her barrier, playing inside the strands of her falling hair, noticing his shine under this light, then attracting him by its scent more to approach a desire for inhalation, closing his eyes, feeling her breathing on his chest and no desire to break this moment with her...

..."You have to learn Spanish to be able to flirt with you."...

..."What is wrong with our language?"...

...He smiled after asking her attached her eyes looked for a long time as if sailing through them, between the upper and lower eyelids, suspiciously freezing between the stars moored on her upper lashes and the many galaxies under her lower lashes....

..."Everyone understands it, and I love being different."...

...The eyes only looked at the place of the lips, but she was tired of the resistance, so she put her head on his chest, talking in a whisper....

..."Let's go to my apartment."...

...She told him what she wanted, clinging to it, and using signs meaning that he carried her body in his arms, removed the wine glass from the strength of her hand, wiped her lips with his thumb from the last drop of wine that flowed from her, in order to move her leaving the stage light towards the darkness of the road...

...He was keen as he put her body on the car seat, turning to the other side, driving the car silently by mouth from the chatter of the mind...

...It took a long time while on the doorstep of her apartment, he stopped her on guard against her fall, and what hindered him was the failure of his search for the key, as she was wearing an attractive dress that could not have a pocket for an apartment key...

..."Tell me you didn't leave the key in the apartment!"...

...Talk to her after a long search, when he found nothing to help but ask the question...

..."Are you kidding? I'm not one of those people who make such mistakes."...

...In a drunken tone, she replied....

..."I usually put it in my bra."...

...She finished her sentence and his shocked face met her, although he expected that from her before she said it...

..."Who will get it out of there?"...

...She let out a slight laugh, grabbing the collar of his shirt, sending seductive hints into his eyes...

..."You closed my shirt buttons this morning. It shouldn't be difficult for you to get your hand into my privacy."...

...She determined the distance between them, then opened her hands, and invited him to approach and find the key, scattering his gaze when he approached her, and sighing in turmoil, which he began to search for....

...He hurried to open the door of the apartment, to bury her laughter about wandering the corridors more, his blurry picture in front of her was a comic scene that led to laughter...

..."Did you enjoy this?"...

..."Yeah so much, I'll always put the key on my bra in case you aspire to come to me another night."...

...Her statement made him focus, as the gaze proved between them. Risa did not allow that to remain for a long time, as she threw herself at him stealing his lips with a kiss that she started, liking him despite not being as brutal as the kiss that he did...

...He stole her, making her sit on his thigh, filling the void of their bodies, exceeding the concentration of the perfume in her neck until he saw it as permissible wine. She played with his hair as she wanted, before she finished her kiss...

..."What topic would we suggest to open to end our night?"...

...She innocently blinked twice, which caused confusion in his thinking about the change that had happened to her, seconds ago she was kissing him hard, and now she looks innocent in his eyes...

..."Open your dress buttons to me instead of opening threads."...

...He said, touching the length of her bare leg, until his hand reached her hip, sharing the side view...

..."Yes, Maestro Byun."...

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