thank you for the music

“I mean there might be something, but right now I can’t think of what it could be to make me say yes.”

“That’s fair. Promise to keep me posted when you do?”

Anna placed both arms around her sister before pressing there foreheads together. “I don’t like seeing you like this Aria.” she throwned as she raised a palm to the others cheek stroking her cheek lightly. “I highly doubt that young lady.” a scoff left her lips. “I’m sure people are going to tell you when you’re annoying but i can’t see that ever happening.” 

“I truly appreciate you always sticking up for me, Anna. I really do,” Aria told the other with a warm smile, having hugged the brunette back tightly. “But I know what they say or what they think. Like I can’t even get through to one of my own sisters, you know? Arabella doesn’t seem to want anything to do with us.”

“So are you gonna get it then?” Pietro asked and then laughed, “I am. I can be pretty impulsive when it comes to a lot of things which… does not sound good at all.”

Madeline blushed lightly at the other as she lightly shrugged off the thought. “i guess it all depends how things go.” she grinned widely at the other. “Busy, surprisingly busy.” she let a small laugh escape her lips. “Who ever thought a small shop owner would be busy right?” Madeline looked over at the other. “How about you though? Do you have much to catch me up on.”

“Honestly? I love to hear it. It means you’re doing well but so is the state of music. If people keep coming in here, they must be heading out and playing the instruments somewhere,” Aria commented thoughtfully. “I don’t unfortunately. But I’ve been good. That’s pretty much the extent of that. I really gotta get to working on new music or something so I can have stories to tell again.”

“There’s not much to invite you to anymore really.”

aria triton

“You can hype this up as much as you want, I’m still not doing it.” Marie commented, combing her fingers through her hair. “I’ve just had my hair and nails done and I’m not going going to be messing them up anytime soon.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to convince you otherwise?”

“So can vases,” Pietro pointed out, “I’m sure you’ll find somewhere, I always do when I buy stuff I don’t need but want.”

“I’m sure it does,” Arabella said, “You always came to my swim meets and games before. It’s the least I can do right?” She didn’t always talk about that part of her life but today was different for some reason. Perhaps she was feeling nostalgic at the thought of hearing her sister perform again.

“A little but I was mainly joking.” Adeline answered giving her sister a gentle nudge.

“Of course you were,” Aria rolled her eyes before giving her sister a gentle shove in return.

“It’s an interesting size for a candlestick. And material since it’s ceramic,” He smiled, “If you think it’s so cool, why don’t you buy it?”

“Congrats I guess. On getting the gig.”

“And soil your innocent mind… no, I think I’ll deal with this somewhere a little more private.” She teased.

“Innocent? Is that really how you see me?” she looked at her with slight disappointment.

“It’s a very fragile vase, put it down!” Pietro exclaimed with a small chuckle as he carefully grabbed it off her, “It holds flowers and stuff. You know what a vase does, don’t you?”

Arabella opened her mouth to say no but then hesitated. As she looked at the flyer, she remembered how much she did enjoy hearing her sister play though she didn’t always act like it anymore, “I’ll see if I’m free,” She said quietly and put the flyer down in front of her.

Anna looked shocked at her sister as she asked the question. “No? Why would you even suggest such a thing.” a look of sadness crossed her face as she placed her arms around the other. “Who’s hurt you?” she pouted as she began stroking the other hair wanting to cheer her up in any way possible. 

“Nobody, nothing it’s– it’s just...” the blonde shrugged a little with a sigh escaping her lips. “It’s something going on in my own head I guess. I’m worried I’m annoying people to death or something, but I just want what’s best for everybody.”

Ferris’s eyes lit up a bit upon recognizing the young woman who had left him a tip while he had been playing his guitar at the barbeque. “Oh, my guitar, yeah actually I got it from my brother as a birthday present a couple years ago.” He chuckled at her words. “I can relate to that. There’s barely any room for my bed in my ‘bedroom’ among the drums, guitars, and keyboards.”

“That’s sweet of him,” she complimented with a smile. “I can relate! I’ve got a whole room dedicated to instruments because I couldn’t keep them in my bedroom anymore,” Aria admitted with a chuckle. “Perhaps one day we should compile our collections into a museum some day.”