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Introduction 🦕

//GUYS DID YOU ALSO KNOW MISS DELIGHT IS 6'3!?? Anyway, welcome to a brand new book! I hope you enjoy it! Our boy pianosaurus deserved so much more screentime 😭 that's what I'm for, though! Gonna give him an amazing story!

"Wonderful, children! You're all learning so well!" (Y/N) clasped her hands together with a smile as the children messed around with the instruments, one of the Miss Delight's watching in the corner, her big, creepy smile on her face as per usual. "They're learning fast, aren't they?" Miss Delight was also very proud of the children, walking over to stand beside (Y/N) as the children laughed and played with the instruments.

(Y/N) took her hot drink from her desk, sipping it as she made sure the parents weren't being too rough. Suddenly, the phone to the classroom began to ring. "Who could that be?" Miss Delight asked, tilting her head as (Y/N) asked the phone, putting it to her ear. "Hello, this is (Y/N). How can I help?" She heard a familiar voice over the line. It was Leith Pierre.

"Miss (L/N)! Good to hear from you! I trust the children are behaving?" Joked the gentleman. Miss Delight got close to (Y/N), putting a hand on her shoulder so she could lean in and be nosy. "Nope, no trouble, sir! What can I do for you?"

Leith sighed, and his tone changed. "Dr. Sawyer wanted me to call you. He's too lazy to do it himself. But, he's having trouble with one of his experiments, and I was wondering if you could help. Of course, if you're not busy at the moment. I don't want to interrupt you teaching the kids."

Miss Delight whispered in (Y/N)'s ear. "If they need you, I can take over class. Don't worry about it. If they need you, go." She patted (Y/N)'s clothed shoulder. Despite her looking scary, Miss Delight and her sisters were very polite and respected (Y/N)- she treated them like human beings.

(Y/N) mouthed a 'thank you' before replying to Leith. "Sure, where do I go?"

Leith breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're a life saver. I'll get somebody down to come collect you, so don't worry about leaving. Have a good day, Miss (L/N)." The man hung up, and (Y/N) put the phone back on the wall.

Miss Delight scratched her head, pondering something. She turned and moved (Y/N) out of the room, her voice low. "Did he say what sort of experiment it was? We don't want you getting hurt." In response, (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders. "I have no idea. I guess we'll know if I don't come back," she smiled awkwardly, and Miss Delight crossed her arms and raised her brow at her. "That's not funny."

(Y/N) grabbed Miss Delight's hand to assure her. "I'll be fine, I hope." She looked over Miss Delight's shoulder and saw a woman in lab garments approaching. The woman cleared her throat, alerting her presence. "Miss (Y/N) (L/N), yes? Thank you very much for offering to help. Follow me, please."

Before leaving, (Y/N) squeezed Miss Delight's hand. "You'd better be careful with her!" Miss Delight chirped, but there was a somewhat menacing look in her eyes, making the short scientists' skin crawl. God knows why they made Miss Delight so tall and intimidating.

(Y/N) followed after the scientist, who directed her to the staff elevator. "So, why did you need my help? Must be serious if you need a music teacher's help."

The scientist lady sighed. "Experiment 1163, pianosaurus. He isn't as successful as we would've hoped. He's like a rabid animal, attacks the conditioning staff, can't play his tunes properly, and just stuffs his face with food, even if he's full. We weren't sure what to do, so we were wondering if you could play some music to soothe it?"

"I didn't even bring any instruments!" (Y/N) exclaimed, but the scientist assured her. "No worries, we have a keyboard all installed up there for you. Is that okay?"

(Y/N) watched the doors open to the labs, following closely behind the scientist escorting her. She followed the woman down a flight of stairs, where pianosaurus' enclosure could be seen. He was roaring wildly, which sounded like the roar of a dinosaur out of a movie while mixing in with aggressive, deep, piano notes.

Pianosaurus snapped his gaze to (Y/N) and slammed into the glass aggressively, slicing at it with his sharp claws, before turning and smacking his tail against it Soon, he began pacing like an animal that had zoochosis, shaking his head in anger, or perhaps, pain.

"Miss (L/N). I'm hoping you can tame our cretaceous friend over here with some tunes." Doctor Sawyer walked over, adjusting his glasses as he watched expectantly at the keyboard they'd set up for her. "Of course. I'll try."

Making adjustments to the keyboard, she pondered what song to play. Something comforting, maybe? Soon, her fingers began to press the keys, and she played 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star'. The slow tune caught Pianosaurus' attention, and he hissed, but pressed his flat face to the glass so he could watch what he was doing. He cooed curiously and even tried to copy the notes with great difficulty.

The dinosaur slowly swayed to the rhythm, as well as his tail. (Y/N) looked up and smiled, Pianosaurus trilling happily. When the song was done, he rubbed himself against his enclosure, doing it multiple times. Did he want her to play another song?

"Sir, this is great news." The woman scientist whispered to Sawyer, who was pleased but surprised at the results. (Y/N) quickly came up with another song to play. Delicately pressing each key, she played 'Swan Lake,' which Pianosaurus also seemed to enjoy, becoming completely calm as he listened and observed her fingers press each key.

"I think we should have a more personal approach. Put her in the enclosure with him." Dr. Sawyer spoke (Y/N) uncertain as some men lead her into the enclosure, as well as the keyboard and its stand. Pianosaurus snarled slightly, not appreciating his space being invaded.

Pianosaurus circled (Y/N) like an animal circling its prey. Being eight and a half feet tall, he was quite intimidating. He crouched slightly and sniffed her hand, humming curiously as his key teeth lit up. He pushed her hand, directing it towards the keyboard. Thinking quickly, she played another song from memory, which was 'Hit the road Jack'.

Pianosaurus liked this more upbeat tune and started to wiggle to the beat, doing his best to copy the tune. He was definitely improving, but he needed a long-term teacher. He circled (Y/N) excitedly, plopping next to her as he intently watched each of her digits create sound from the keyboard.

"It's decided. Pianosaurus can be her problem now." Dr. Sawyer spoke. He had absolutely no use for Pianosaurus now since he only seemed to respond to (Y/N).

Pianosaurus had found his person.