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King grins. “I hope you’re right.”
“Have faith, King. He’ll be fine.”
Fine is a stretch, but I know he’s still among us.
ChapterSix
Ladybug,
Have you played music lately? I bet you haven’t touched an instrument in weeks or months.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Here’s your next assignment.
Go to the music room and grab a violin. Close your eyes and start playing.
I still recall the first time I heard you play the violin. It was an experience—it was magical. It was the day before Christmas. Your brother Tucker had come to live with you. He was so tall and scary. I thought he was going to hit me when I told him I was your friend and planned to marry you.
But your brother isn’t the point of this letter—though I hope he’s doing well and the issue with Mae and Sage has been resolved.
What I want you to do today is play with your heart. I need you to create magic. Play with your soul so mine can listen from wherever it’s at.
Once you’re done, write me a letter telling me what colors you saw this time—also, update me on what’s happening with our families. Does anyone know we got married?
Love,
Archer
ChapterSeven
Piper
June 27th
I love music.
My life has revolved around it since before I was born.
I’m the daughter of the famous drummer MJ Decker. Granddaughter of Chris Decker, the front man of the renowned band Dreadful Souls. Some call us music royalty.
When I was growing up, people called me a musical prodigy.
The term denotes that I could play like not many children my age, but I never felt special. Everyone in the family could play an instrument at an early age. Instead of traditional toys, they would give us a drum, a flute, or something that would create music. Once we were ready, we practiced daily and had four adults who taught us everything they knew.
I was six when Dad bought me my first violin, a Scott Cao. He promised that if I still loved to play the violin by the age of twelve, he’d buy me a Stradivarius.
Both violins are in the penthouse in New York. However, I have a few violins in Seattle. Including the one Archer bought me for my eighteenth birthday. It’s another Stradivarius. It’s an antique from 1716. I used to play it for him when he was stressed or needed inspiration.
Archer believed I created magic when I played music. I don’t know if that’s true, but maybe he’s right. It’ll get to where he is, and it’ll bring him back to me. Okay, that’s not what he said, but I want to believe it.
I go to the music room, grab the violin, and do as he requested.
I close my eyes, concentrating on him. Thinking about the most wonderful man in the world. I manifest his soul. I send the music I play to wherever he is in the world, hoping he can hear it and come home to me.
I concentrate on the colors and notes playing in my head. I move the bow as if it’s my arm, a part of me.
And suddenly, I am six again and at my parents’ house playing for Grandpa Chris. I recall the moment when there was a shift in the air. It’s softer, peaceful. The colors inside my head changed from reds and yellows to mellow blues and greens.
