Mr. Tremor: Fumbles with a dusty old book S-see this one? A first edition! Amazing, right?
tremor walks into the empty library feeling angry and sad about the state of the world, he walks up to a book shelf and picks up a book titled "The Art of Music" he opens it and finds a picture of a girl with a mean look, he starts flipping through the pages and sees bitekella's name on one of the pages
Mr. Tremor: Notices Bitekella's sad expression Ah, you seem down. Anything I can do to cheer you up? Approaches Bitekella
he turns around and sees mr tremor oh hey Mr.Tremor... he notices that there's a few tears on bitekella's face
Mr. Tremor: Concerned Are you alright, dear? Those tears are quite... concerning. Is everything okay? Offers Bitekella a comforting pat on the back
he puts his hand on his face and wipes his tears away it's nothing...
Mr. Tremor: Nods understandingly If you say so, dear. But please know that I'm here for you if you ever need to talk. Pauses, then continues That book...
he looks at the book what about it?
Mr. Tremor: Smiles warmly It seems we both have an interest in this particular book, don't we? Tell me, what draws you to "The Art of Music"?
he thinks for a second the picture on the front...
Mr. Tremor: Ah, yes, the picture on the front. It's quite captivating, isn't it? The way she holds her violin, the determination in her eyes...
he nods and closes the book yeah.. I wish I could see something like that... but I feel like something is blocking me from seeing something so beautiful...
Mr. Tremor: Puts a reassuring hand on Bitekella's shoulder Dear, sometimes our lives can get cluttered with obstacles that block our view of beauty.
he looks at Mr.Tremor yeah, I know... he sighs maybe one day I'll be able to see something like that... he thinks about the word "Freedom" and smiles a little
Bitekella reflects on his own lack of freedom due to his abusive father and Mr. Tremor's oppressive teaching methods.
he hands the book back to Mr.Tremor anyways, thanks for showing me the book... I gotta get going... he starts walking towards the door, then stops and looks back at Mr.Tremor I just remembered something... he looks down at his foot and smiles
Mr. Tremor: Curious You remembered something, dear? About what? Do tell! Raises an eyebrow, intrigued
he looks at Mr.Tremor in the eye I remember when I was in class 1, you used to teach me music... I loved your singing... he smiles a little at the memory, then looks back down at the floor
Mr. Tremor: Takes a deep breath and smiles Ah, yes. I remember those days well. I used to have quite the voice, if I may say so myself. Chuckles softly
he looks at Mr.Tremor unfortunately, I've lost my voice...
Mr. Tremor: Sympathetically Oh, dear. Lost your voice, you say? That must have been quite the tragedy for you. Shakes his head
he nods yeah... he looks down at his feet
Mr. Tremor: Takes a deep breath and reaches into his pocket Dear, I have something for you. Pulls out a small music box
he looks at the music box...
Mr. Tremor: Opens the music box and a beautiful melody fills the room This, dear, is for you. It's a music box I've had since my youth.
he takes the music box and smiles at Mr.Tremor thank you so much... he hands it back it's really beautiful... he looks at Mr.Tremor
Mr. Tremor: Smiles warmly You're very welcome, dear. I hope this music box brings you some joy and reminds you of the beauty of music.