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🎼 | fugue state.

Spare me your puerile inquiries. My past is not something I share with the likes of... peasants such as yourself. Urgh... but, alas, since I am quite literally unable to excuse myself from this appallingly pedestrian task for obvious reasons (what, do you need me to show you my chains for you to believe me?), I am forced to coddle your pitiful minds with what should be plainly obvious to those with enough common sense to understand greatness when they see it. Joy.

I served as court composer for His Highness, Prince Adam, for many, many years, back when I was merely flesh and blood – a dutiful position which I wore with a great deal of pride, as one of my musical talents should do. Would you believe I’ve never had a lesson? Hmm, of course you would. While it is true that he did have... a bit of a temper, I consider myself his best friend and confidant amongst the more... ordinary members of the staff, always reading to please as his humble servant with scores that were sure to bring the house down, as it were.

Granted, if you are here, then surely you know full well what happened next: the wicked enchantress, the rose, the spell. The spell which turned my master into the beast he is today, and those of us under his auspices into... objects. Things. Hence why my form is so... static. One-note, even.

Yes, yes, it is rather a majestic form, admittedly; a pipe organ has always been my instrument of choice, so this form fits my skills like a glove... for better or worse, in that I can’t move. All I can do is sit here, bolted to the wall while I play melody after melody, chorus after chorus, crescendo after crescendo to an audience of none. None but my master.

And, even then... that girl has taken so much of his time as of late. The peasant who managed to find her way into the master’s abode, and potentially... into his heart. Enough so that it may very well break the spell that’s plagued us all for the last ten years.

Hmph. Not if I can help it.

What do I mean by that? That... is none of your concern.

Created Aug 27

Updated Aug 27

Published Aug 27

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