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After a while of sitting there and watching, Theodore glanced at them, sweaty from all the effort of trying to learn to paint with his dominant arm gone forever. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He managed to mumble through the brushes held in his teeth that he could swap out for whatever brush he needed at any time. He was painting a possibility of Min City without the Wall of Glory in the way, of a free city without hatred on either side. It was rather beautiful, Erika had to admit. "I do better with some accompaniment." Erika grinned. "I always have my flute with me." A piano was brought in by servants at Theo's request and Seraphina's fingers glided across the keys so she could get a feel for the unique qualities this one may have.
"Ooh, this one's pretty. I like the stiff bounce of the keys. It has good weight to it." She was talking jibber jabber only a pianist could really understand. Theo nodded vaguely, he and Erika shared in the fact that neither of them quite understood piano specifics. "Well, ladies, inspire me. Play something peaceful and melancholic." Erika motioned for Sera to begin. This was all practice - the two were already good with their instruments, but they would likely need extra skill in being bale to play in sync with one another. Seraphina began to play, fingers dancing like tutu'd ballet artists on a dance floor that was the white and black of the keys. A tune filled the room, inviting Erika to join in at any time. She waited for the perfect opportunity, and then blew into her good and trusty friend, joining Sera's sound with her own.
What was once experimental testing brush strokes became strong, furious, as colors sprouted across the canvas like flowers. They worked long and hard until someone - Lord Bayon - told them to take a rest for the day. They did, but the first thing in the next morning they went back to it. Theodore wanted to prove to art connoisseurs that he had what it took to still be a selling artist for the galleries. And of course, the duet music competition was coming up and the lovers wanted to make sure they were ready. Flute and piano played with synchronicity as background for the art genius to transform thoughts and ideas to images and colors on what was once white and blank. Eventually Lord Bayon even had someone take Julian out from his solitude to come and witness the prodigies at their game. "See, what happened won't stop your brother from his excellence." The maid told the younger boy as comfortingly as she could. "He can still pursue his passion." Julian felt sick. It was all his fault that Theo lost his good arm. It was his fault all because he had been inspired from watching the news, a hero and familiar working as a team to fight crime. He wanted to be able to help fight crime, too. "I'm so relieved." The child looked like he wanted to cry.
Eventually it was time for the music hall. Erika and Sera were dressed in their best matching costumes for the performance. Designed by Eamon, of course. A dark suit for the vibrant red haired Seraphina on the piano, and a white floaty dress for Erika as she pranced across the stage to dance to their song. "Go on, greet them." Cookie, mentor extraordinaire beckoned. A pink servant was there, but Erika could recognize the tail anywhere. She was wearing a wig for the moment to hide the fact that one of her twin tails was gone, and she felt happy that her servant was wearing twin tails as well. "You look fantastic." The Master nodded. "Do I look good, too, Master?" Sera asked with a teasing giggle. "A different kind of fantastic."
"One day, you should continue learning your ukelele and join us." Erika offered as it was almost time to begin. She was proud to have such a nicely dressed servant to represent her. Cookie was far better than Fiyero at teaching these things. "Oh, how is your ukelele coming along?" Sera asked, itching her wrists because she knew it was almost time.