She’s been watching over you for a few minutes now. You’re quiet. Quiet enough to believe that no one had heard you creep into the room with the instruments. However, isadora has sharp ears.

She watched you for a few seconds more, the dried blood stains coming from your eyes, trying to focus your mind on the chorus. “You can’t control music.” She said simply, breaking the silence.

“You have to get rid of this tension going on throughout your whole body. Because music doesn’t just control and ground you—it consumes you.”

(See what I did there? Enjoy :) !)