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It wasn’t usually this quiet in the meeting room. The space room was commonly filled with megastars doing their bits and bobs, either fiddling with each other or minding their own businesses, each to their own. It can be too many or too few people in the room and the noises would still be the same, still here. But just today- no one’s around, not even the janitors who are always seen, cleaning the messes the stars left behind.
Empty, alone in the room. Without the chitter-chatter of the stars, silence is the only sound that buzzed through the walls. But that didn’t bother little Yinu in the slightest. She is used to the silence echoing the empty spaces. That was after all part of her, the silence- needed to concentrate on the notes in front of her, focusing your soul into the keyboards and striking your fingers, releasing pitches and rhythm of melodies.
Silence is part of her chorus.
The piano Yinu currently is playing is not of her own, but a different replica. Although the tunes didn’t match with her custom White Bloom Pianoforte, that didn’t stop her continuing her fingers striking down on the keyboards and finding the perfect rhythm. A replica can’t take away her experiences, her skills creating fluent, beautiful and expressive songs. She can dominate any pianos, and this rubbish replica is nothing compared to her.
That is why- She is the Golden Maestro of Vinyl City after all.
All the artists are currently occupied- from concert debuts to exhibition shootings. Fate packed all of their schedules, including BBJ and Tatiana, making it too tight to fit Yinu into any of their lists. Even if they did take Yinu with them, all she would do is simply sit and watch while they do their usual job. Tatiana told Yinu to wait in the room until the meeting is over and discuss what to do next. Without Tatiana, or any megastars or even her mama, being too alone does put a slight shiver in Yinu.
Though, being alone wasn’t so bad, as long as she has her tunes occupying her.
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Tatiana still hasn’t come out of her office yet. Was the meeting that important? Though, long meetings are Tatiana’s thing. As long as she is around, you won’t be able to go home, until she is done with you. She would never leave one unanswered question pass by. By that, she means squeezing every ounce bits of information until there are no doubts left. ‘Leave no room for doubts’, the motto of a perfectionist.
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Yinu’s fingers would eventually start tiring down, prompting her to stop playing and take a breather. With the last tune fading out, it became silent once again. While taking a break, she thought of something to do other than playing piano. Her first thought was to perhaps try out other instruments, as it would give her more opportunities in finding joy in music. Or would that be too much? Is she fine with just sticking to her piano?
Without anything else to do, Yinu thought: Wouldn’t it benefit to explore the area a little bit, find more places other than the meeting room or the hallway leading her to it? She may be young, but she is still a part of the NSR Elites, just as the NSR Tower is a second home to her.
The curiosity to know more what lurks and wanders behind the walls and forbidden areas is already a reason enough to start finding out for herself. She stretched herself a bit until she is finally ready to go on an adventure of her own- find as many places as you can.
She was ready to go.
Yinu hopped from her seat, searching for the nearest door. A door, just on the opposite side of the actual entrance door, caught her eye. The sign became clearer as she inspected closer; a gate marked with a “PERSONNEL ONLY – DO NOT ENTER”-sign. Of course, that sign can’t stop her (because she couldn’t read!) little adventure. Ignoring the sign, she opened the gate and exited the room and was greeted with a long hallway, walls decorated with frames of all history known artist masters shining in their greatest moments. With Yinu even recognizing few of them like the Master Baker of the North and Master Muru of the Unknown.
She would continue looking through each of the frames in awe until she met the end of the hallway with another door blocking her sight. Yinu grumbled in annoyance: “What’s up with all the doors!?” This door seemed to be shut tighter with security than the last one. Gleaming with silver metal and more ‘NO ENTRY’-signs plastered everywhere, it’s sealed shut with tapes, most of them already seem to have been torn down; someone probably must have entered it before. Yinu’s thirst of knowledge simulated her to tear down the rest of the tapes and get a glimpse of what’s inside.
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“Wait… An art exhibition?!”
This places aesthetic is different from the rest. It’s a huge spacious area, full of collections of instrument exhibits. Golden Brasses, Platinum Violins, drums graced with lots of unique symbols around it- all the Instruments held and kept inside these weird glassy thingies. Must be for security reasons? Her first thought was, if Tatiana let Eve obtain this room for her own artistic reasons. After all, safekeeping art is her kinda thing, right?
“Pfuh! It’s so boring in here!” Yinu saw no benefit staying here any longer, as there isn’t much to do other than stare each of the instruments. Especially since instruments are sealed shut in thick glass, so no point in trying to open them (Yinu may be bratty but even she wouldn’t dare break a rule). Defeated, she gave up her little adventure and decided to just go back to the meeting room, wondering whenever Tatiana is already looking for her.
Thump!
Donk!
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BONK!
The sudden noises startled Yinu, stopping her from taking any further step. Frightened, she made a careful peek behind her back.
Bonk!
Bang!
SCRECH!
With curiosity coming out victorious yet again, she decided to take just one more peek. She mustered every last bit of courage and took slow steps. The noises would become louder the closer she gets to the source with each step she takes. Walking slowly and carefully, with what felt like ages to her, she finally arrived at the source of the sound. Open-mouthed, she stopped at her discovery.
Before her eyes lies a broken display, with the glass shards scattered around it. In the middle of this mess lies a huge wooden-shaped Oliphant of conical bore, perhaps the horn of a huge mammal, with a wooden cup-shaped mouthpiece. Enhanced with unique patterns, it gives some sort of mystifying aura to it, calling Yinu to step forward.
Carefully, she stepped over the broken pieces, paying close attention where she put her foot in (as Yinu was taught by adults to refrain from touching the pieces!). As she has arrived, she crouched down close to the horn and peeked at every angle. She looked down; a sign plastered below the stand.
Yinu’s reading ability may not the best, but she still gave it a shot:
“Hawn… owff… Meeen- Meeendiing…?”
Muddled, she looked up again, her eyes gazing to the mouthpiece. The instrument seems to be calling her out, asking to be played. Is she allowed to do that? Can she? What is stopping her? Will she get in trouble? The questions only became dust and fog, as the aura of the horn continued to pull her in, encouraging her to try-
“Well, might worth a try!”
She inhaled….
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BWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUU UUUU UUUUU UUH-!!