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Nimble fingers stroked coarse guitar strings, the vibration coursing through the wooden accoustic guitar and shaking Luka’s hand. He kept his eyes closed as he moved from one chord to the next, careful ears listening for the perfect key as he moved his hand along the neck to tune his instrument.

Breathing slowly, he caught the reverberation as his brow scrutinized together. Teal eyes opened as he glanced down at his guitar, reaching over to adjust the string. He strummed the string again before attempting to fix it again. A few more tries and he managed to hit the correct note, a small smile splaying across his face with his satisfied content.

He leaned against the back of his bench, arching his back as he stretched it. His joints cracked under the pressure and he sighed as he straightened his posture. As he sat up, he noticed a girl staring at him.

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Zuko tugged uncomfortably on the collar of his uniform, starting straight-faced at his reflection in the backroom of his new workplace. This wouldn’t have been his first choice for a place of unemployment, but with stress hounding down upon him and demanding that he find some sort of income, he had merely panicked and chose this place because it reminded him of his uncle.

Still, this whole job and its premise was a little ridiculous. Why couldn’t this had been a simple tea shop? Uncle would have been furious if he knew that the aroma and natural essence of tea was being ruined by singing and performance. Zuko dreaded the day he would be ask to perform. Could he even sing? There was only one way to find out, and Zuko wasn’t going to find out soon unless the owner’s wanted chestnuts roasting on a charred table.

Taking a deep breath, Zuko pushed away from the mirror and left the bathroom before clocking in. He found his section for the day and immediately found his first customer when he glanced over. Sighing, he approached the table.