~In the music room, Marlene is sitting on the piano bench, her fingers on the keys, but hasn't actually played a note in nearly an hour. She's just starting at them, barely blinking~
Because she's very...very...*tries to find the right word*...I don't know. Fragile isn't the right word, but it's the first to come to mind. I don't want to...break her? *considers* That's not the right word. I can't think of a better one, though. *frowns a bit*
I don't know. I don't know I don't know I don't know. Tell me what to do. Because you're not pleased, I can tell, and I don't know how to fix it and every time I try, I'm wrong. Tell me what you want me to do, Marlene.
*stops for a second, surprised to see her*
*goes to get out a guitar*
Didn't know you played, Marlene.
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I don't know what you mean.
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Okay.
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Did you like it?
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*shrugs* I liked that it was her first kiss. I like that she likes me, just me. But shite, Marlene, that girl scares me so much.
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*back to major key!*
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That's all you have to say?
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Or you can say nothing and I can screw it up again. Great.
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