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Title: Music of the Heart
Author: lena108
Theme: #41 - Lyrics
Rating: G
Word Count: Approx. 390
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters
Summary: Taki is having difficulty writing lyrics. Maiko comes by to give him a little bit of inspiration.
Taki tossed his pen and notebook down, growling in frustration. It just wouldn’t come. There was no inspiration. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get his lyrics to be any good. He leaned forward, resting his head on the table. It really was no use.
He heard the door open and close, but he ignored it. He knew who it was anyway. He heard the person walk into the dining room, then stop, undoubtedly assessing the situation.
“Taki-kun?” Maiko asked, her voice full of concern. “Are you okay?”
“It’s hopeless,” he muttered into the table.
“Well… of course it is,” Maiko told him. “You’re not going to get anything done while you’re staring at the table like that.”
“That’s not what I mean,” he told her, lifting his head slightly to rest his chin now. “I can’t write the damn lyrics. How the hell are we supposed to cut a record deal if our stuff is shit?”
Maiko was silent for a moment. Then, she pulled out a chair, sitting down next to him. She placed a gentle hand on his back, slowly moving it in a circle to soothe him.
“What’s wrong with it?” she asked. Taki frowned in irritation, though mostly because he wasn’t sure how to answer that. He didn’t know exactly what was wrong, he just knew he didn’t like it.
“They… just won’t come…” he muttered.
“Then you’re trying too hard,” she told him. He glanced up at her and frowned.
“Trying too hard?” he demanded. “How…”
“Don’t think so much. You just have to let them come,” she explained. She used his shoulders to pull him up and then poked a spot on his chest. “From here.” He frowned and placed his hand where her finger had just been. There, he felt the soft, steady beating of his heart.
“You mean that’s it?” he asked.
“That’s it,” she told him. “You just have to think of something that makes you happy. It’ll come to you.” Taki let a small smile appear, half to cover the embarrassment of not figuring that out sooner, but half of it really was genuine.
“I think I have my inspiration.”
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Author: lena108
Theme: #41 - Lyrics
Rating: G
Word Count: Approx. 390
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters
Summary: Taki is having difficulty writing lyrics. Maiko comes by to give him a little bit of inspiration.
Taki tossed his pen and notebook down, growling in frustration. It just wouldn’t come. There was no inspiration. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get his lyrics to be any good. He leaned forward, resting his head on the table. It really was no use.
He heard the door open and close, but he ignored it. He knew who it was anyway. He heard the person walk into the dining room, then stop, undoubtedly assessing the situation.
“Taki-kun?” Maiko asked, her voice full of concern. “Are you okay?”
“It’s hopeless,” he muttered into the table.
“Well… of course it is,” Maiko told him. “You’re not going to get anything done while you’re staring at the table like that.”
“That’s not what I mean,” he told her, lifting his head slightly to rest his chin now. “I can’t write the damn lyrics. How the hell are we supposed to cut a record deal if our stuff is shit?”
Maiko was silent for a moment. Then, she pulled out a chair, sitting down next to him. She placed a gentle hand on his back, slowly moving it in a circle to soothe him.
“What’s wrong with it?” she asked. Taki frowned in irritation, though mostly because he wasn’t sure how to answer that. He didn’t know exactly what was wrong, he just knew he didn’t like it.
“They… just won’t come…” he muttered.
“Then you’re trying too hard,” she told him. He glanced up at her and frowned.
“Trying too hard?” he demanded. “How…”
“Don’t think so much. You just have to let them come,” she explained. She used his shoulders to pull him up and then poked a spot on his chest. “From here.” He frowned and placed his hand where her finger had just been. There, he felt the soft, steady beating of his heart.
“You mean that’s it?” he asked.
“That’s it,” she told him. “You just have to think of something that makes you happy. It’ll come to you.” Taki let a small smile appear, half to cover the embarrassment of not figuring that out sooner, but half of it really was genuine.
“I think I have my inspiration.”
END
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