Y/N POV
I slept almost the whole day that day.
I get up and put some clothes on, whatever I'm wearing isn't important.
I do my hair and head out the door, heading downstairs.
Braum: How you feeling, boy?
Y/N: Not so good, still feeling bad about what I did.
Braum: In due time... in due time...
I look up at the stage and the performers are gone.
Braum: Yeah, place is dead today, it's Mother's Day.
Y/N: Mother's Day, huh? Can't relate, mine is halfway across the world.
Braum: Seems we're some of the unlucky ones today, boy.
Y/N: Yep...
Guess I could send Karma a prayer, hoping that her and the younglings are doing just fine at the temple.
She's the closest thing I had to a mother, other than my actual one that I never met, so she says.
I get up and walk on the stage.
Braum: What you looking for up there? Don't break those instruments!
Y/N: Relax, I know how to play some of these.
Braum: I saw the guitar in your room, that's all I see of your talent.
I see the piano, the saxophone, the trumpet, the electric bass, are all clean for their jazz nights.
What I don't see however, is the electric guitar in the back ever being used.
Y/N: How come nobody ever uses this one?
I pick it up and put it on.
Braum: It doesn't fit the vibe we have going on here.
Y/N: Which is?
Braum: I was hoping you could answer that question, actually.
I want to see if I can keep this bad boy, it's old, but I can find a way to fix it, I'm sure.
So far, it looks a little dusty, I blow it off and clean it a bit.
The black and white sparkles, it's prismatic coat shimmers when the light hits it.
Y/N: Can I just have this then if nobody is going to use it?
Braum: You're asking the wrong person, friend. That is a Bard question!
Bard, he's in and out.
He is the one who plays the instruments, occasionally some singers come in, hell I'm inclined to believe that he's an instrument himself.
Speak of the devil.
I hear a curious flute sound behind me.
Bard takes the guitar from me, scolding me.
Y/N: S-sorry man, you just don't use it, thought I'd give it a try.
Bard tilts his head, handing it back to me.
He takes a lead and plugs it into the guitar, turning the amp on.
I position the guitar and tune it, it's horribly out of tune.
It takes me a few minutes to get it right, but when I do...
It sounds amazing...
I play the only song I know would work on this thing right now.
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Gifted? Magical? Please (KDA X Male Reader)
Romantikk-Y/N L/N was once a boy, born and raised in Ionia, exposed to the magic and pure unspoiled beauty of the region. Being of Vastayan descent, it came naturally that he'd become gifted, possessing powers that the average Bilgewater fiend could only dre...
