The lonely violinist and her glowing violin

Chapter 1: tunes of sadness

Fleur lueur walked the streets of Paris at night when her violin would glow as bright as the stars, that she would look up at every night, and the streets lamps that would only be on at night to help people see were they was going in the dark.

But fleur didn't need the street lights or the stars to guide her home she already knew the way. Her pere (father) showed her they way to get home when she was a little fille (girl), so she remembered her way and how to get there no matter how many roads, or streets she walked. When people would ask her how does she know how to find her way home going a million different ways she would reply with a small smile on her face and say: "chaque route que vous prenez vous menera toujours a la maison" which was French for (every road you take will always lead you home) and she would keep walking.

Fluer would go to the roof of her house and play her violin, watching it glow with every music note that would appear from the violin, and fly up in the air like a balloon for the world to hear. It would glow a nice neon blue color and travel through the midnight air. Fluer only played at night because she knew that it was when every one would go to sleep, she thought that her music would help people get a better nights rest and have good, positive dreams and not nightmares. And it's true it did help people get a better nights rest even the cats and dogs that she would see on the streets with no homes, it gave people with bad days good dreams to help ease there mindset, she loves helping people and she loved how people saw her as some kinda angel that Paris France needed, with all the bad things happening.

She smiled because it made her feel good when she saw how she helped people, and she laughed when people would playfully argue about how chanson de sucre wasn't as good as her when it came down to the violin. She wasn't rich or anything and even though her father left her with millions and millions of dollars she gave it all to people who needed it more then her, charity's and shelters, people would say to her "I bet your father would be proud to know what your doing with the money he gave you" or "thank you for your generosity and loyalty I bet your mother would be so proud" most of the time people would say to her "your parent ought to be proud of you right now for what your doing" she would smile and blush at the comments it made her feel good, it made her feel important like this is what she was meant to do in her life, this is were she stands and this is were she would stay, forever helping the people of her precious home in Paris France.

Sorry that it's short idk what to right now plus I'm lazy so yeah, I will be making part two to tunes of sadness soon so be patient it will be here soon bye.