lady-miku

    Francis stepped forward, his open palms outstretched. ______ gave him a faint smile.    "I hope you don't mind that we popped by unannounced." She consoled. Francis shook his head, eyes wide as he took several steps closer to Maestro. Maestro used his long legs and side stepped towards ______, using her as a sort of shield. She felt his fingers grip on the strap of her overalls, and she bit her lip to contain a snort of laughter.    "And who do you have with you, mon chérie?" Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Matthieu looking on, his eyes wide with apprehension. Maestro was a tall man, even taller than the regular bodyguar

    "All that's left is the mask." Alfred held out his hand, looking down towards the ground. Maestro had his back to Tino, his shoulders hunched over and fingers clutching at the metal table. This part always bothered him. With his nimble fingers, he pulled the silicon mask off, shying his face away from everyone. Alfred took it and spun around, his back towards Maestro as he held the mask up towards the light. The light shone through the fissures of the mask, and Alfred clicked his tongue in disappointment.    "I don't think I can fix it." He commented, lowering both of his arms into his lap. Tino rushed forward, his hands reaching out.

    The factory was dingy and half-collapsing, water leaked through the roof and gathered in various barrels, boxes and bowls. They followed the blond young man through the maze of abandoned manufacturing equipment and rubble, and ______'s heart fluttered nervously. She assumed they were taking Maestro to a place where he could be looked at - a doctor, perhaps. This was not where a doctor was meant to be. The young man held a plastic sheet that was attached to the ceiling apart, allowing the three of them through. This room was the cleanest one in the entire factory, she thought to herself. There was a metal table, long and sleek with a small

    ______ had a difficult time concentrating on her music lessons. Over the course of the lesson, Maestro had moved closer and closer to her; his shoulder pressed against hers, their hands brushed, his warmth enveloped her and the smell of clean grass and linen floated through her senses. She had never known a robot that wore cologne, but it didn't really suit him. With this scent she was reminded of sweet little Tino in his gray suit and dusty teal tie, she had smelt it on him when they first met. That was not Maestro's scent. Maestro was a tall dark and mysterious man, and his scent - his natural scent was like the ocean. ______ had to lau

    As ______ opened her eyes, the harsh morning rays nearly blinded her. She wasn't used to crying: her head was pounding worse than Gilbert's hangovers, her eyes felt drier than a desert, and her throat was raw. But she did have to admit that she felt better, at least emotionally. She had cried away all of her fears, her disappointment and regrets, and she felt cleansed. But now she needed a face cleanse. She rolled out of bed, leaving the blue bedding unmade and stumbled towards the sea-foam green bathroom. She splashed the cold water onto her face, examining her eyes. They were a little bit puffy, but luckily they weren't red. She let out

    Maestro sat hunched over on his crystal bench, head in his hands. He sat alone. He was always alone. Even when she had been standing there, his hand in hers, he had just let her go. Perhaps if she had insisted, if she begged, if she didn't take it so damn well it would have been easier to ask her to stay. He had told her he wasn't holding auditions, which was true. Any other ingenue or prima donna would have gotten angry and called him out, perhaps even shouted at him. Or, at the very least, they would have commented on his appearance. Not once did ______ mention anything about what he looked like. And he knew what he looked like. His fac

    As his fingers caressed the crystal synth, an unusual and familiar song rang forth. When she was younger, her father would play classical music as he worked, so she knew Mozart, Vivaldi, and Beethoven well. But she had not expected Beethoven to return on the keys of a synthesizer. And Ode to Joy, as well? It was well known, perhaps that is why he chose it. And with Gilbert always by her side, the German lyrics came to her as easy as pie. She let her eyes flutter closed as she imagined herself back at home, singing with Gilbert and fixing Kiku, an ordinary and familiar memory, and the confidence and ease with which her voice came forth was

    Perhaps ______ made a mistake getting off of the elevator. The robot had swept right into the darkness, the shadows swallowed him whole and left her with nothing but the light of the elevator. She took small shuffling steps out of the elevator, using her hand to guide her through the dark. She had brought a type of weapon with her; an Axon Taser, capable of taking down even the biggest behemoth of a robot. She would never use it on a human of course, the amount of electricity within would be enough to boil blood and kill a person. And besides, she had a hefty wrench for that.    "Keep up." his voice echoed through the darkness like mist

    The elevator brought ____ up to the tenth floor, which as the doors opened, revealed a surprisingly boring white hall. She stepped off the elevator, clutching the red paper like a lifeline. There was not a single soul in the hall. Tino had told her to talk with Mathias, but he had failed to mention literally anything else, like where to find him or what he looked like. ______ gulped dryly and walked down the hall, keeping an eye out for any source of life, human or robot. There were several rooms, which upon further inspection, were little recording studios. Beside each door hung a sign that said 'On air'. Luckily no one was recording, el