Weeks and days had transpired since my last performance, leaving me content with the life I had meticulously crafted. However, there was a whisper of change on the horizon. I reclined in the splendor of my new abode, a magnificent dwelling inspired by the essence of dragons, replete with musical notes adorning its walls and portraits of boy bands from my formative years. These treasured mementos lined my sanctum, an everlasting reminder of my passion for music.
I cherished the achievement of purchasing this dwelling with the hard-earned fruits of my labor. My parents' abode saw frequent visits from me, but I had severed my residential ties with them. It had been a mere week since I transitioned into my new abode, and a comfortable sense of settling had begun to manifest.
From the kitchen, the melodious strains of my beloved vinyl records and the subdued creaking of a familiar sofa played an enticing tune. During these intervening weeks, my auditory acumen had evolved significantly, enabling me to discern the faintest chirps of distant grasshoppers, even with tightly sealed windows. It seemed that I now possessed the remarkable ability to hear and detect the presence of strangers from afar.
All seemed perfect.
A gentle knock on my door coaxed me into a seated position, prompting my response, "Come in." In stepped Sofia, her attire conspicuously devoid of a servant's uniform, instead reflecting a sense of composure and ease.
"Y/N, there is someone at the door requesting your presence," she conveyed. I nodded in acknowledgment, rose from my repose, stretched my limbs, and gracefully moved towards the entrance, a portal forged from the iridescent scales of dragons, a testament to the benevolent creatures who shared their existence with me. Upon opening the door, I was met with an unexpected sight – Alan Walker stood there, his warm countenance the focal point of my attention.
I extended my invitation with a nod and a widening of the door's aperture. "Of course, please, do come in," I responded. My ensuing summons to Sofia was met with, "Fetch a tray of tea to the third floor." She promptly acknowledged with, "Okay," setting forth to fulfill the task.
I guided the youthful DJ to the elegant sofa, a unique gift from my dragon confidants, a symbolic token of their solidarity. It wasn't formed from my own shed skin but held the same majestic blue hue as the sky, graced with a delicate trace of gold, seamlessly intertwining with the aesthetics of my dwelling.
Alan offered a good-natured chuckle. "You—oh, way better than mine," he remarked, eliciting a modest smile in response.
As we sipped tea and engaged in conversation, the question emerged, "Well, what would you like to discuss?" Alan's proposition revolved around the possibility of a musical collaboration, underlining the advantage of my prior collaboration with TXT. His warm smile and the removal of his customary mask held a special significance, evoking a sense of distinct significance.
Receiving his proposition, I contemplated it and decided to explore its feasibility. "I believe I can allocate some time for this endeavor. Allow me to consult with my manager," I conveyed, met by Alan's nod of approval. He presented his contact information, a tangible token of our potential collaboration.
The warmth of his presence and the weight of possibilities coursing through my thoughts led me to squeeze the card he had given me, my heart beating faster than it had in a long while. It became increasingly clear that this collaboration was an avenue I was eager to explore further.
With Alan's arrival, a peculiar transformation unfurled, akin to the melting of social anxiety on a scorching summer's day.
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Rising of Ashes: a Dragon Story
Fantasy❝ What can I do, When you're the one that falls for me, all there's to do is accept it and move on. ❞ A young dragoness named Pyrge is the only Dovah in her class. While it's been challenging, it'll only get tougher when a young boy her age falls st...
