Starter for @hidamarirhxdonite
Music was something that Darra didn’t know to how make, but he loved how it made others go through so many emotions and most of the time dance in strange ways. Since people started to appear in Wonderland, Darra has experienced so many genres of music that he swore that there had to be limit to what kinds of music can be created.
Walking through Cestrelle, Darra liked going into the large city at least once a day to just watch the people, Darra munched on something called a “hog dot” or something and experienced the awe of seeing the tall buildings.
His eyes wide, “I never thought that Wonderland would never be this close to the sky…do those people feel like their flying?”
Darra’s ears picked up a different sound…it was music, but it was a kind that he never heard before. Dropping the thought of the buildings and flying, Darra quickly ran towards the source of the noise, which lead him towards Selina Square.
Entering the square, Darra’s eyes focused on a girl with a strange-looking instrument near the fountain.”
Without realizing it, he was walking towards the girl, “W-Wow…she’s really pretty…and her voice is pretty too…”
Lisa was conflicted. The sound was the same, and the weight of the bass felt familiar in her calloused hands. Yet it was different, too; no longer did the metal shine a brilliant, vibrant red, and the shape was completely changed. All thanks to the magic of Wonderland and that mirror or whatever it was.
Yukina would never forgive her if she didn’t keep up on her practices, though. So even though her bass had been changed, Lisa still kept on playing. Fingers deftly moved along the strings, pressing down on each successive note as she strummed. All of Roselia’s songs were ingrained into her memory from hours of practice -- both group and individual.
She wasn’t the most skilled player, but each note had passion backing it. Lisa put her heart into every song.
The tune of Hidamari Rhodonite echoed throughout the square as she played, drawing the attention of wandering passers-by. It felt more relaxed than when the band was on stage. No need to worry about messing up a note or feeling the prying eyes of the audience.
One member of the crowd seemed to be a bit more invested; Lisa noticed him approaching closer out of the corner of her eye, focused on the music she was playing.
“Do you like the music?” She asks, biting back a teasing giggle. “It sounds a lot better with the full band! Trust me!”