Chapter 1: Overture
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Lunette was a mistake.
Is a mistake.
She’s heard it all of her life.
She was an accident.
A lapse in judgement.
A living breathing piece of evidence of her Mother’s infidelity.
A dark stain that ruined her Mother’s picture perfect family image.
Lunette is a mistake, and nobody ever let her forget it.
At first, she thought this was just how parents acted, and all that lovely dovey stuff was a fictional product made for television. Ya know, like Dad’s grilling for the neighborhood barbecue. Or Mom’s packing sack lunches, with cute handwritten notes inside.
She thought it was normal to be screamed at. Normal to be yelled at until she was sobbing. To be her Mother and Father’s punching bag; well, step-Father.
Because as he so lovingly liked to remind her, “that Bastard isn’t my Daughter.”
There honestly was a point in her life, when Lunette thought her name was “Bastard.” So much so, that on the first day of Preschool, that’s how she introduced herself. That night, she went without dinner, and was enrolled into a different day care.
After that mistake, she learned to be perfect; to uphold her parents' picture perfect image, and never reflect badly on their reputation.
To survive, she created rules to follow.
- Only speak when spoken to, and when speaking, keep it short, but polite.
- Don’t talk about the things she likes, if so, she’ll be ridiculed.
- Don’t call her step-father, Father. Only address him as Sir in private, and Father in public.
- Don’t want anything, and be grateful for what she does get; because she deserves nothing.
It wasn’t until her seventh birthday, that she realized why her step-father hated her so much. Before, Lunette’s eyes were blue; like her Mother’s. Before then, she thought her step-father was her father. When she woke up and went to get ready, that’s when she noticed it; over night, her irises had gone from pale blue to crimson red. Her sclera s were still white, which made the red pop more.
Lunette was confused, but she liked it; thinking her eyes looked like rubies. Her parents didn’t think so.
She still remembered her Father; step-father screaming. “It’s not enough that you cheated on me! But, you cheated on me with a damned Mutant! At least before, we could pass her off as my kid, but now what are we supposed to do?!”
All Lunette could do was stare, watching them fight, while tears poured down her face. Her Mother didn’t comfort her though, and instead turned all her attention to her Father. Saying that she could fix it, and that no one would need to know. From that day forward, she was forced to wear colored contacts; changing her pretty rubies, to a dull brown.
That was also the day she learned what a Bastard was, and when rule three was created.
3.) Don’t call her step-father, Father. Only address him as Sir in private, and Father in public. She was not his Daughter, and thus wouldn’t be treated like it.
After her birthday, things started to get weird. Sometimes when she was looking in the mirror, she disappeared. Her body was still in the room, but her reflection was gone. Sometimes the invisibility would last a few minutes, and other times it would last hours. Sometimes, technology would glitch when she touched it, sometimes it would work better, and sometimes it completely stopped working. Though the most scary thing was when she teleported. At first, she didn’t notice. Only teleporting a few centimeters, but gradually the distance stretched and stretched; transporting her from one part of her bedroom to another, to halfway through her house.
Lunette was petrified.
She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she couldn’t ask her parents. So, she did what she always did when she was lost; she researched. Using the school and public library computers, she researched and researched.
There she learned about Mutants, and all that encompassed it. She learned about the X-Men, mutant superheroes who defended humanity; and the Brotherhood, Mutants who terrorized humanity. She learned about Genosha, the supposed paradise for all Mutants; but, it honestly sounded too good to be true.
She also learned about those who hated Mutants. With anti-mutant politicians like Robert Kelly, and millionaires like Warren Worthington Jr. who funded them. She learned about anti-mutant hate groups like the Friends of Humanity; and the anti-mutant police, the MRD.
She might not have completely understood her mutation; this power of hers. But, she knew she had to keep it hidden. Her parents didn’t love her, and wouldn’t hesitate to report her to the MRD.
During science class when she was in the second grade, her teacher taught the class about the scientific method; and how it could help us figure things out. So, Lunette started writing all her observations about her mutation in a composition notebook, hoping to figure it out. Though it wasn’t until a science lesson in the fourth grade, that she truly began to understand her mutation. The topic was electromagnetic waves, and all of her abilities fell under the umbrella of them.
She still didn’t fully understand, but she now had a proper hypothesis. Her mutation allowed her to manipulate electromagnetic waves. She could turn invisible, because not all waves are visible to the human eye. She could teleport, because electromagnetic waves traveled through light. Technology was weird with her, because modern technology is powered by electromagnetic waves.
Though, just because she understood her mutation, it didn’t mean she could control it.
But, it was a start. By the time she was ten, she had a whole collection of notebooks about her mutation; she didn’t have the heart to get rid of them, but she constantly worried her parents would find their hiding place. So, they were kept under a floor board, and Lunette prayed that they wouldn’t be found.
Though, there were still things that she didn’t understand; like her parents.
They hated her, something they made obvious; but, they never got rid of her. She knew orphanages existed because of Annie ; and she constantly wondered why she wasn’t a child there.
Maybe it was to keep up appearances?
They, if begrudgingly, provided for her.
They bought her clothes, school supplies, and mostly allowed her to eat. But, other than the bare minimum, they ignored her.
Which, she preferred. She’d take being ignored any day over being hit or yelled at.
They never spoke of her crimson irises, only reminding her to wear her contacts.
They hated her, but they wouldn’t give her up; maybe they couldn't?
Maybe, there was a small part of them that loved her?
At least, a naive part of her hoped so.
They reached their breaking point with her, when she was in the fifth grade. Like most things, she didn’t understand it until it was too late. Her teacher, Mrs. Meyer, asked her to complete special homework packets. Lunette did so, of course; and after she turned them in, she would be asked to skip recess. Instead, she would meet with another teacher, Ms. Reid. Lunette didn’t understand Ms. Reid, but she liked her.
Ms. Reid would ask her all sorts of questions, have her draw pictures, solve puzzles, and play games. At the end of each session, Ms. Reid gave her a Dum-Dum , and told her what a great job she did.
Then during one session, she was surprised with an appearance by her Mother and step-father. At first, she was afraid that they had found out about her powers; instead Ms. Reid was the straw that broke the camel's back.
She explained that she was an educational psychologist, and all of our meetings were to figure out if Lunette had a learning disability. Lunette tuned most of the meeting out, as she couldn’t understand what was happening; but, she caught on to some parts.
“Mr. and Mrs.
Aziz
, I’ve been meeting with your daughter, and she’s…”
“It’s bad enough you cheated on me! And expected me to raise your Bastard! A damned Mutie! But, this is too much! I’m not dealing with a fucking Retard!”
“Luc, please,” her Mother begged. “I can fix this; I can fix her!”
“No! I’m done!” He screamed out, slamming the door shut.
You, little Bitch!” Her Mother cried! “You ruined my life!” She yelled out, grabbing Lunette’s hair, and slamming her to the ground.
“You fucking Retard! God! I shoulda aborted you when I had the chance!”
It took a week for the bruises to fade, before Lunette was allowed to go back to school. When asked, she told Mrs. Meyer and Ms. Reid that she had food poisoning.
From that day forward, a new normal settled over Lunette and her Mother. On the outside, her Mother was perfect. She signed Lunette’s IEPs, sat in on every meeting with her intervention specialist, and played the part of the perfect Mother.
She volunteered, chaperoned fieldtrips, and even baked for PTA bakesales.
At their house, because it wasn’t a home, they were roommates. Though, that’s far too familiar.
They existed.
If Lunette entered a room, her Mother left it. If Lunette spoke to her, her Mother ignored her. If Lunette was hungry, she was allowed to eat, only if she did so alone.
“The sight of you is vomit inducing, and I’m not losing my appetite.”
When Lunette’s clothes were dirty, she was told to figure it out herself. So, she watched YouTube videos on how to operate a washer; taking notes when needed. Then lugged a backpack full of dirty uniforms to the laundromat. She didn’t know that she needed quarters to wash and dry her clothes, but the owner was always kind enough to give her some.
Money was a complicated entity; she was too young to get a job, and she felt bad about using her ability to steal. So, she mustered all the courage she possessed, and asked her Mother.
The ensuing beating, while painful, was worth it. Her Mother agreed to give her an allowance of $100. However, it came with rules. She would only get $100 per month, and that money was to pay for everything she might need. Including food, clothing, school supplies, bus fare, and anything else she might need. But, that also meant that she couldn’t have anything within the apartment.
“Just be glad that I’m letting you keep your room rent-free. You ought to be more grateful.”
Lunette also learned that while it might seem a lot, $100 wasn’t that much. So, she did what she always did.
Research.
Using a composition notebook, she learned how to make the money last a month. It wasn’t easy, but she figured it out. She realized, contrary to what her health teacher said, you actually don’t need three meals a day.
Protein bars, while gross, made the hunger pains go away.
Snacks like trail mix could be stored in her room, and were cheap to buy in bulk.
She learned how to carry toiletries in her backpack, and that it was safer to shower in the locker room. While she wasn’t explicitly forbidden from showering at home, she learned it was best to avoid her Mother.
She figured out that her locker at school made a great pantry, and that bringing food was cheaper than buying lunch. Plus, if she agreed to shelve books, the librarian would let her eat lunch in the library, and let her store her food in her mini fridge.
It took time, but eventually, she figured out how to make it work.
Life wasn’t perfect; far from it. But, Lunette made it work. She wasn’t happy, per say; but, she was content.
And for a mistake like her, that was enough.
Chapter 2: Oratorio
Summary:
A glimpse into Lunette's day to day.
Notes:
First, I wanted to say thank you for all of the love and support! It truly means the world to me, and I’m so grateful to you all. Writing has always been a source of therapy for me, a way to turn my sadness into something beautiful, and it’s such an honor when I see people loving my stories. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!
Second, Symphony takes place in amalgamation of various X-Men worlds, and you’re able to imagine the characters in whatever art style you like. For me, they vary. With some looking like how they did in “X-Men Evolution,” “Wolverine and the X-Men,” and “X-Men 97.” For the X-Men seen within the chapter, I imagine Kurt and Wanda, like how they were in “Wolverine and the X-Men.”
Third, I do not fluently speak German. I did take it for three years in High school, and for two years in community college; but I haven't studied it for about a year now, so I'm pretty rusty. I did rewatch some episodes of "Wolverine and the X-Men," to get a hang on Kurt's accent. So, with that disclaimer, I hope his accent is okay. <3
With that, I hope you all enjoy chapter two!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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“Trying to let you know. Signeul bonae signal bonae I must let you know. Signeul bonae signal bonae. Signeul bonae signal bonae. Signeul bonae signal bonae. Signeul bonae signal bonae. I must let you know.”
The sound of Twice’s “Single,” blared from my phone, rudely awakening me from my sleep. With practiced ease, I shut off my alarm, for fear of waking up my Mother.
“One, two, three,” I mutter, rising from my bed. “Why does morning have to come?” I whine aloud, rubbing my eyes.
My phone said 5:45am, and the time offended me; It was far too early.
Like a complicated game of hopscotch, I jumped between floorboards, to minimize my noise. Eventually, I made my way to the bathroom, and got myself cleaned up, trying to avoid my reflection.
But, I couldn’t avoid it forever, and I hated what I saw. My eyes were irritated from the use of my contacts; which made my red irises pop more. I used to love my eyes, likening them to rubies; but, now I couldn’t stand the sight of them.
I knew my Mother would’ve hated me, regardless of if my eyes had stayed blue; but, my eyes were definitely a turning point for our relationship.
With dread, I put my colored contacts in. Watching my rubies turn into brown garnets. The burning was instantaneous, and the eye drops barely did anything for the pain. Even after five years of using them, I’m still not used to the discomfort.
My self-deprecating thoughts were interrupted when I saw my phone. “Crap! I’m running late.”
With speed I didn’t know I possessed, I tamed my frizzy bird's nest into my usual twin braids, leaving a few pieces out to frame my face.
I made quick work of putting my uniform on; falling into the routine. First my black tights, then my purple plaid skirt, which is tucked into my white button up, then my navy blazer, and finishing with my lime green high top Converse . I grabbed my bag, scanning to make sure I had everything I needed.
“Alright,” I said while checking myself in the mirror. “Looking good.”
I threw my bag over my shoulder, and gently placed my violin case on my back. Having learned the hard way, that if I didn’t, I would end up with a goose egg on the back of my head.
My hand lingered on the door knob, “come on, it’s time to face the Monster.” I hesitantly stepped out, fearing the worst, and the worst is what I was met with.
Mother was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping an espresso.
“Good morning, Ma’am.” I whisper, keeping my eyes locked on the floor.
She ignored me, tipping her head in acknowledgment.
“Lunette,” her voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I’ll be leaving for Bolivia today.”
“Oh,” I say, not really knowing what to say.
“I’ve been awarded a grant to study new dig sites near Lake Titicaca.”
“Congratulations, I know that’s been a dream of yours.” She didn’t seem angry, and I didn’t want to risk it. “Are you going to be in charge?”
“Yes, I’ll be leading a team of fifteen."
“Congratulations.”
“Don’t repeat yourself! You sound like a bird. Are you a bird, Lunette?”
“No Ma’am.”
“Good. Our building doesn’t allow pets.”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am.”
“God, you’re irritating." She said, finishing her espresso. She gestured to her cup, waiting. “You’re so stupid! Make me another cup!”
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, while grabbing her cup. I began to make her drink, pouring the sugar in first, then adding a few drops of orange blossom water. Without turning, I asked, “would you like it run once? Or twice?”
“Twice. You know how I hate sleeping on planes.”
I didn’t know that, but I wisely kept my mouth shut. While waiting for the machine to finish, I made quick work of filling her a glass of ice water.
“Here you go, Ma’am.” I placed her espresso and water down. “May, I ask how long you’ll be gone?”
“I’m not sure, it depends on what we find. At a minimum, I’ll be gone for five months.” She paused, taking a sip of her espresso. “Before you ask, I’ve deposited a check for you; it should clear by tomorrow. Since I'm not sure how long I’ll be gone, I’ve decided $700 should be enough.”
I was genuinely surprised, at most she left me $300, when going on business trips. “Thank you, Ma’am. I really appreciate it.”
“You should, it’s far more than you deserve.”
I awkwardly stood there, unsure of what to say; but, afraid to leave without a clear dismissal. “Um, how should I contact you?”
The glare I received was chilling, “there is no reason for you to be calling me, short of your death.”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am.”
“Honestly, you act as if this is the first time I’ve left you alone! You're twelve years old! But, with the way you’re acting, one would think that you were a toddler! You know how to forge my signature if you need something signed for school; and you know how to take yourself to and from school. You’re such a Retard!”
I tried, but I couldn’t keep the tears at bay. I hated when she called me that.
“And now you’re crying! God, Lunette! I just wanted to enjoy my breakfast, but that is clearly too much to ask for!” She threw a napkin my way, “wipe your tears.”
I did so, frozen in place.
“If you must contact me, then you can do so through my Intern. You remember Dr. Astor’s number, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? ”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry, Ma’am.”
“You’ve made me lose my appetite,” standing, she gestured to her mess. “Clean this up. I expect you to be gone by the time I’m finished getting ready.” With that, she left.
It wasn’t until I was on the bus, halfway to school, that I was finally able to relax. My heart still felt like it was going to burst from my chest. I tried to calm down, but I couldn’t.
“Five months,” I told myself. “She’ll be gone for five months. Christmas really did come early.”
Slowly, I was able to calm down.
Slowly, I was able to breathe again.
I checked the Transit app, even though I had the route memorized. I still had twenty five more stops to go. Fishing my earbuds out of my bag, I plugged them in, and placed them in my ears. I scrolled through my playlists, before clicking a random one, and hitting shuffle.
Sharp and loud piano filled my ears, as the opening notes of Dreamcatcher’s “Fly High” rang out. Exhaling, I leaned back into my seat, shutting my eyes, and relaxing for the first time that morning.
“Cheer up, baby, cheer up, baby, jom deo himeul nae. Yeojaga swipge mameul jumyeon andwae. Geuraeya nega nal deo joahage doelgeol. Taeyeonhage yeongihallae amureochi anke. Naega neol joahaneun mam moreuge. Just get it together. And then, baby, cheer up.”
Twice’s “Cheer Up,” blasted from my phone, breaking my flow and focus. I looked up from my geometry homework, checked who was calling, and hit answer.
“Hey, Dahlia! What’s up?”
Instead of answering, all I heard was crying in the background.
“Dahlia? Are you okay?”
“Sorry, Lunette. I’m fine, Hugo’s just really fussy. Shh, Baby, you’re okay.”
“Poor guy, are you guys okay?”
“Yeah, we’re okay. He’s just teething.”
Dahlia paused, and I waited. Talking in general made me anxious, but phone calls were even more anxiety inducing.
“Lou, can you do me a huge favor?”
“It depends, that sounds ominous.”
“It’s nothing bad, but Hugo’s babysitter canceled, and my Mom can’t watch him. Do you mind covering my shift tonight? I know it’s a school night, but you’re my last hope.”
I still had a mountain of homework to do, but I didn’t want to leave Dahlia hanging. “It’s no problem.”
“Really! You’re a godsend, Lou!”
My face began to burn, as a blush dusted my face. “I wouldn’t go that far. What time does your shift start?”
“ 8:30.”
Crap, that’s in an hour; which only leaves me with fifteen minutes to get ready.
“Got it! Um, I don’t mean this in a bad way, but Thursdays are big tip days; so, do you want my tip out?”
“You’re an angel, Lou! You keep your tip out, but, thank you for asking.”
“Alright, I have to get ready. But, I hope you and Hugo have a good night!”
“You too! Thanks again, Lunette!”
Before I could say ‘bye,’ Dahlia already hung up.
I eyed my abandoned geometry homework with dread, so much for getting some sleep tonight.
I made quick work of getting ready. Le Chat Noir didn't have a uniform for the performers, but we were expected to use our best judgement, to make sure our outfits matched the ambiance. Normally, I would wear my hair down, but I didn’t have time to style it; so, I just redid my twin braids, and then pinned them on top of my head. As always, I left a few strands of strawberry blonde out to frame my face.
I rummaged through my closet, looking for something appropriate. I wasn’t supposed to work until Saturday, so my other dresses were currently living in my hamper.
“You’ll do,” I declared, while holding a black tea dress up to my mirror. It wasn’t one of my favorites, because the bell sleeves always got caught in my bow; but, beggars can’t be choosers. I ended up rewearing my school tights, and forgoed my Converse for a pair of maroon kitten heels.
Checking my phone, I saw that I didn’t have time for makeup, but I shouldn’t need it. Dahlia played second violin, and was usually seated in the back.
“Enough second guessing, Lunette. You look fine.” I murmured, adjusting my hair. With that, I placed my violin on my back, and threw my essentials into a clutch.
Vibrant notes of jasmine and citrus incense filled my lungs, mixing with sweet tobacco, as I made my way through Le Chat Noir. I expertly dodged fellow musicians and dancers, making sure to whisper my hellos.
I dodged drunk patrons, trying to avoid getting drinks spilled on me, as I weaved my way to the bar.
“Hey, Marcus!” I yelled, trying to make sure I was heard.
“Lou! Baby, what are you doing here! It’s a school night!” Marcus called, with his back to me, as he poured drinks from his mixer. “ Here you go!” He said, as he gave two customers their drinks.
Facing me, he reached over to pull me into a hug. “What are you doing here? Don’t ya have a math test tomorrow?”
“It’s just a quiz, and I already studied. I’m filling in for Dahlia, baby Hugo isn’t feeling good.”
“The poor babe! You’re such a sweetheart, Lou! Do you want a soda or juice?”
“No thanks,” I reached over to hand him my bag. “Do you mind watching my purse? Dahlia’s on ensemble, and I don’t want to leave it in the dressing room.”
“No problem,” he grabbed my bag, and put it behind the bar.
“Hey! I need another round!” Some rude customer yelled.
“Coming right up!” Marcus yelled back. Leaning over, he whispered, “what an asshole. But, the jokes on him, I’ve been watering down his drinks all night.”
“How scandalous! And a reminder to never get on your bad side.”
“You couldn’t, even if you tried.”
“Thank you again, I really appreciate it. But, I gotta go and tune.”
As I started to walk away, Marcus pulled me into another hug. “Find me when your shift is over, I’ll drive you home. I don’t want you taking the bus this late. Alright?”
“Alright.”
“Hey! I’m still waiting for my drink!”
I didn’t hear Marcus’ response, but I didn’t feel bad for that jerk.
I was halfway through tuning when I heard the screaming. I was alone in the dressing room, and couldn’t make out the words through the door.
Hesitantly, I stepped out, and crashed into someone. The force caused me to fall to the floor, and before I could get my bearings, the screaming commenced.
“You get back here this instant!” My manager Cleo screamed.
“Or what? You can’t force me to play!” Violet, a fellow violinist yelled back.
Confused didn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. In the two years I’ve worked here, I’ve never seen Cleo or Violet get mad.
It felt like I was witnessing a scene straight out of a telanovela. Or like I’d stepped into The Twilight Zone. I was frozen on the floor, and I couldn’t get up.
“Violet, you’re embarrassing me, and this establishment! I’m willing to forgive this lapse in judgement, if you march yourself back into the Jade room, and do what I pay you for.” Cleo hissed.
Violet whipped around, causing her black locks to go flying. “No! I have the right to refuse service to anyone!”
“You know very well that the rule doesn’t apply in this situation.”
“Well, I’m not playing.”
“Violet, this is your last warning. Go back and play, or I’ll have you blacklisted from every club in the city!”
“I’d like to see you try! Cause, any jazz bar would be lucky to have me!” A nasty snarl appeared on her face, and she looked unrecognizable. “Because, you’ll find out that most people think like me!” With that, Violet stormed off.
I wanted to disappear and melt into the floor. I needed to get up, I needed to leave, and go on stage; but, I couldn’t move.
“Oh my gosh! Lunette! How long have you been there, honey?” The whiplash of Cleo going from angry to sweet was disorienting.
“Come here,” Cleo helped me up.
“I’m sorry, Cleo. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just heard the shouting, and I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, I’m sorry that you had to witness that.”
I just nodded, “I’m sorry, but I need to go on stage.”
“Actually, Lunette, I need you elsewhere. Go grab your violin.”
“Okay.”
With my violin and bow in hand, I hurriedly followed after Cleo.
“I need you to cover the Jade room, it’s a couple’s anniversary, and Violet’s behavior has already ruined their night.”
“I don’t know, Cleo. I’ve never worked a private room before.”
“You’ll be fine, Lunette.”
“I don’t have anything prepared.”
“You’ll be fine, just improvise.”
We stopped in front of the Jade room.
“Lunette, you’re overthinking this. You have a plethora of songs memorized, and you’re one of my best players. Their reservation is for a five course meal, so you’ll be playing in fifteen minute intervals, stopping when a course is introduced. You’re going to be playing for an hour and fifteen minutes. You got this!” To finish her pep talk, she gave my shoulder a squeeze, and led me into the room.
“Mr. Wagner. Ms. Maximoff. I am so sorry for the delay, and I’m sorry for Ms. Daniel’s behavior. She has been fired, and escorted from the premises. Ms. Daniel’s beliefs do not reflect ours, and this should never have happened.”
“You’re right, this never should have happened.” Ms. Maximoff interrupted, voice icy. I was frozen next to Cleo. It was hard not to be intimidated when only a few feet away from one of the most powerful mutants in the world. The Scarlet Witch was famous, known for her activism as the Princess of Genosha.
Plus, her date was just as powerful. Mr. Wagner was an X-men, best known as Nightcrawler.
“Vanda,” Mr. Wagner murmured, grabbing her hand. “Zee iz alright, Liebling.”
Her eyes softened, and she reached over to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. The action was intimate, and it felt like Cleo and I were intruding.
“To show our remorse, your meal will be comped. I must go now, but I’m leaving you in very capable hands. Ms. Martin is nothing short of a prodigy, and one of our best violinists.”
I waited until Cleo left before speaking, “hello there. My name is Lunette, and I’ll be your entertainer for tonight.” Eye contact is difficult for me, and the thought of it is vomit inducing. But, to maintain the illusion of it, I focused my eyes on Mr. Wagner’s right shoulder.
I clutched the neck of my violin, trying to think how to word what I wanted to say. I turned my eyes to Ms. Maximoff’s shoulder.
“You’re right, your Grace, what happened tonight shouldn’t have happened. I know that I wasn’t the one being cruel, but I am so, so sorry for what occurred. I do hope that I’m able to salvage your evening though.”
“Zank you, Miz Martin. Vee appreciate you.” Mr. Wagner said, while Ms. Maximoff sent a small smile my way.
I gave them both a huge smile, and made my way to the stage. It felt weird performing by myself, as it was something I only did for practice and auditions.
I settled into my chair, and tucked my violin under my chin. I let my bow hover over the fingerboard. With a deep inhale, then exhale, I began to play the opening notes of SNSD’s “Into The New World.”
It’s indescribable, but there’s such a happiness I feel while playing my violin; a happiness I only feel while performing. It’s the only time I'm able to freely express my emotions. The only time I can simply exist as myself; unmasked.
I lost myself playing “Into The New World;” and as I dragged the last note out, I only paused for a measure, before transitioning into Loona’s “Butterfly.” After “Butterfly,” I did Bts’ “Spring Day,” finishing with Taylor Swift’s “Love Story.”
Right as the final notes of “Love Story” rang out, their first course was delivered.
“Good evening Ms. Maximoff; Mr. Wagner. For the amuse bouche, we have smoked salmon blinis that are topped with crème fraîche; and it is paired with a 1953 Sauvignon Blanc. Please enjoy.”
As the night went on, my nerves faded, as I immersed myself into the music. The most difficult part was doing the math. Trying to figure out how to take up fifteen minutes, before the next course was introduced.
Before I knew it, they finished course four. So I decided to do the Gfriend medley I arranged, and auditioned with. To keep on theme, once I finished the medley, I followed up with “Seasons of Memories;” concluding with “Memoria” and “Falln’ Light.”
My timing was off, but I don’t think they noticed the slight delay; at least I hoped. The waiters handled my mistake with perfection, and didn’t enter until I finished playing “Falln’ Light.”
“For your final course, we have a deconstructed tiramisu, paired with a vintage Tawny Port.
While they ate, I rested my violin on my left knee, and my bow on my right. It was a little awkward watching them eat, and I tried to not listen in on their conversation. Cleo hadn’t told me what to do after I finished playing, but I reasoned I shouldn’t leave until they did.
Thankfully, Cleo saved me from my confusion, and came back in.
“Good evening, I hope your meal was wonderful.”
“It vas,” Mr. Wagner praised.
“I agree, though it doesn’t hold a candle to Genosha’s fine dining.” Ms. Maximoff responded.
I couldn’t see Cleo’s face, but knowing her, she was probably barely managing to keep her smile bright.
“However,” Ms. Maximoff continued, “the music was spectacular.”
I felt my face burn at Ms. Maximoff’s praise. I was thankful I was able to salvage their night.
“That’s to be expected! Ms. Martin is a brilliant player, who’s been with us for two years. You know, you two are quite special, as Ms. Martin wasn’t scheduled for tonight. Making you the first people to hear her perform on a Thursday.”
I loved Cleo, I really did. She’s a great manager, but I hated when she spoke like I wasn’t in the room. When she dehumanized me, and spoke like I was a car, she was trying to sell.
If Mr. Wagner and Ms. Maximoff said something, then I couldn’t hear it.
“Well, thank you again for dining with us, and I hope to see you two back here.” Cleo began to leave, gesturing for me to follow.
“Actually, we were hoping to speak with Ms. Martin. That is, if that’s okay with you?” For the first time, Ms. Maximoff addressed me directly. I didn’t trust my voice to not show my anxiety, so I just nodded.
If this was a strange request, Cleo’s face didn’t show it. Instead, she nodded again, and left the room.
I was freaking out. Hundreds of thoughts were racing through my head.
Did I do something wrong?
Did I offend them?
Did they figure out I was a mutant?
Did Cleo leave me to the gallows?
I gently set my violin and bow down, and approached the table. Focusing my eyes on the candle centerpiece. “How may I be of service? Your Grace?”
I hoped that was the correct title? I had never met a Princess before.
Mr. Wager chuckled, and I took that as evidence that I had missteped.
Before, I could rush out an apology, a warm smile appeared on Ms. Maximoff’s face. “You can just call me Wanda. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to panic you, I just wanted to give you this.” It was then I noticed that she was holding up some bills; bills upon closer inspection, that turned out to be benjamins.
My face flushed, “thank you, but I can’t accept that.”
She continued to hold them out, “you can.”
“I vouldn’t argue vith her, Miz. Martin. Vanda doesn’t take no for an answer. ve’ve beez together for five yearz, and siz has never let me pay.”
I accepted the offered tip, “thank you.”
“Nein, vhank you Miz. Martin.”
I turned to face Mr. Wagner. “It was my pleasure, but you shouldn’t thank me for treating you both with dignity. I meant what I said earlier, what happened should never have occurred.”
“You’re too kind,” Mr. Wagner said, holding his hand out. I took it, and gave him a handshake. He seemed surprised, but quickly returned it.
I hated physical touch most of the time, but I didn’t want him to think I wouldn’t shake his hand because of his mutation. I decided that the wave of discomfort was worth it, because of the huge grin they both gave me.
Before I left, I gave them both a wave. “Again, it was an honor to play for you both. I hope to see you both here again. Have a nice night, and please get home safely.”
By the time I got home, it was 2am, and I was exhausted.
I still had homework to do, and I didn’t see a point in sleeping. It would take me at least two hours to finish my schoolwork, and by the time I got to bed, I would have to get up in an hour.
I wanted to cry. I was so, so tired.
“It’s fine,” I said aloud. “Sleep is overrated.”
With that, I turned on the coffee maker to make a pot.
Notes:
I make the rules, so Lunette is a Kpop fan! Her favorite groups are Twice, Dreamcatcher, and Gfriend!
Music is a very important element in this story, so I wanted to include the names of the songs referenced, along with links to the violin covers! Also, each chapter is named after a classical music term! For example an overture is a prologue to an oratorio, which is why they’re the name of chapter one and two!
The songs used/referenced in the chapter are…
“Single”- Twice (One of their best title tracks!)
“Cheer Up”-Twice
“Fly High”- Dreamcatcher
The songs Lunette played were… (With the links.)
“Into The New World”-SNSD
1A.) (https://youtu.be/wz3ARyD3n4A?si=9B8jQ4NVCgkGkA6q)
“Spring Day"-BTS
2A.) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ug0rMp6MAwE&list=RDug0rMp6MAwE&start_radio=1)
“Love Story”- Taylor Swift
3A.) (https://youtu.be/FVAn4OvylNI?si=HJui6EwoJeSfRDb6)
“Butterfly”- Loona
4A.) (https://youtu.be/fpJICSyjN3o?si=_6upZN8VmZcFbWHl)
Gfriend Medley
5A.) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrMJEeJNTF8)
“Seasons of Memories”- Gfriend
6A.) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ik4ulhLr4A0&list=RDik4ulhLr4A0&start_radio=1)
“Memoria”-Gfriend
7A.) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeYYm8xikxw&list=RDyeYYm8xikxw&start_radio=1)
“Falln’ Light” -Gfriend
8A.) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFA0_Eq199c&list=RDmFA0_Eq199c&start_radio=1)
I urge you to watch the links; all of the violinists were amazing, and they deserve lots of support! <3So, what did you think? I love to hear your thoughts! I had so much fun with this chapter, as it was Lunette's introduction! As well as Kurt and Wanda's! I had so much fun writing them, and to get into their headspace and dynamic, I rewatched ep. 10 of "Wolverine and the X-Men." I hope you liked them! I'm also a fan of dramatic irony, so it was nice seeing them interact with Lunette, while all three of them don't their relation to the other! I also had fun choosing what songs to incorporate within the chapter!
Also, if you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them!
As far as updates go, I promise to do my best to keep them regular. My semester starts Monday, and I'm so excited!!!! I love learning!!!!
Before I go, I wanted to say thank you again! It truly means the world to me, seeing all the love you guys have shown "Symphony" so far!
With love and kindness,
Rose! <3 <3 <3
Chapter 3: Accompaniment
Summary:
Just this once, Lunette will allow herself to imagine; to imagine that this happiness will last.
Notes:
Did I write this chapter in the margins of my biological anthropology notebook?
Yes, yes I did.
And I don’t think I need to apologize for that.
:)
With that, I hope you enjoy chapter 3!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Isanghage! Saenggakhaedo. Eojjeol su eopseo banhaesseunikka. You're my heart shaker, shaker. Nohchigi sirheo. You're my heart shaker, shaker.” Twice’s Heart Shaker blasted from my phone, waking me up.
That was my ringtone for Cleo, and she never called.
In my panic to answer it, I accidentally rolled off the bed. “Ow!” I cried, scrambling to find my phone.
“Good Morning,” I answered, absently rubbing sleep from my eyes, trying to hide a yawn.
“Morning, honey!” Cleo cheerfully answered, “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
I pulled the phone back to check the time.
6:30am glared back at me.
Meaning, that I had only managed to get an hour an a half of sleep.
“You didn’t,” I lied, “my alarm was just about to go off.” I loved Cleo, and I didn’t want to worry her; she was a total mother hen.
“Oh good! Sometimes I forget that not everyone is a morning person like me, and I’d feel terrible if I woke you up.”
See, a total mother hen; but, I wouldn’t have her anyway.
“So what’s up, Cleo? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, honey. There’s no need to worry. I know your call time isn’t until 6:15pm, but I was wondering if you were free for breakfast?”
“ Sure! Where do you want to meet?”
“Let’s do The Pamplemousse at 7:45am! It’ll be my treat!”
Further evidence on why Cleo is the best.
“Cool beans! I’ll see you then!”
“Bye honey!”
There was something so freeing about getting ready when Mother is away.
I didn’t have to worry about waking her up.
I didn’t have to worry about her hangover screaming fits.
I didn’t have to worry about existing too loudly.
I could simply be.
I don’t think that 's how I'm supposed to feel. Children should miss their parents; at least, I think so? But, all I feel is relief.
I can breathe.
When Mother is around, it’s like I’m trapped underwater, and I can’t swim to the surface.
Now, I can breathe with ease; and it’s just so wonderful.
Five months.
She’ll be gone for five months; and if I’m lucky, it’ll be even longer.
It was just so nice to be able to breathe.
To exist freely.
With her gone I could leave my toiletries in the bathroom. I could shower for as long as I wanted, and I could use the hot water!
I could play my music at loud!
Though, while I was getting ready, my mind kept flashing back to Thursday; to Violet.
I just didn’t understand it.
None of it made sense.
Even after seeing the incident first hand, I just couldn’t comprehend it.
I know it was Violet, but that wasn’t my Violet.
It wasn’t the Violet I’ve gotten to know.
Violet had already been working at Le Chat Noir for years, before I joined. She was the first person to accept me. When the others hazed me, it was Violet who came to my defense, and who got it to stop.
She was the only one who protected me.
The only one.
Even Dahlia didn't try to help me. She didn’t participate in the hazing, but she also didn’t do anything to stop it.
Which was honestly worse.
Violet was the only person to apologize to me; and she was the only innocent party.
“What the fuck is wrong with you all!” She yelled, while helping me stand. “Are you all actually so miserable, that you’re bullying a ten year old!”
She gave me a look over, and wiped my tears with the sleeve of her sweater. “Are you okay, Lunette? It’s okay, Bunny.” She cooed, as she checked me over for bruises.
I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded.
Violet pulled me into a tight hug, “let’s get outta here. Come on, I’ll take us out for ice cream.” She said, leading me out of the dressing room. Before leaving, Violet left everyone with one final threat.
“If I see or hear about any of you bitter bitches messing with her again, I’ll lay all of your asses out. Don’t fuck with me.”
I never told Cleo about what happened. I was afraid that she wouldn’t believe me. Or worse, that she’d side with the other musicians; so, I stayed quiet. At that point I didn’t have my second job with the Westchester Theater Group, and so I couldn’t afford to lose my job at Le Chat Noir.
Though after Violet defended me, the hazing did stop. The other ensemble players stopped being hostile, and started to warm up with me; eventually, acting like my first six months at Le Chat Noir never happened.
I didn’t understand how they could change how fast, and it was too overwhelming to comprehend. So, I followed their lead, and acted like it never happened.
It was too confusing, and honestly I was used to it. If anything, Violet’s kindness was an outlier, and the musician’s treatment of me was normal.
That’s why I was struggling so much. I know what I saw, but it was just so out of character.
After the incident, Violet took me under her wing. She always chose to sit next to me in the dressing room, and she always wanted to be my stand partner.
She was the one who taught me how to do my makeup.
“Alright, Bunny, pout your lips like a fish. We do this so that the coverage is even.”
How to walk in heels.
“Careful, Bunny,” Violet said while holding my hands. “Take small steps, and walk from heel to toe.”
It was Violet who took me shopping for my dresses and heels.
“When it comes to picking a dress, there are two rules. Always go with black, and avoid zippers.”
Dresses and heels that she paid for.
Ahh ah ah! You put your wallet away. This is my treat.”
How to braid my hair.
“Oh! You look so cute! Just like Wednesday Addams!”
At the memory, I paused braiding my wet hair, deciding to just wear it down.
I didn’t have the full story, but I wasn’t stupid. Mr. Wagner and Ms. Maximoff were so kind, so I know they weren’t the problem. Plus, I know that Cleo wouldn’t have hesitated to kick them out if they were the instigators, regardless of Ms. Maximoff’s royal status, and Mr. Wagner’s position as an X-Men. Meaning, Violet’s outburst had to be because of their mutations.
There was no other explanation.
I stared at my reflection.
My red eyes felt even more pronounced; contrasting against my white sclera’s.
“I guess you were lying to me, Violet.” I snided aloud, “if you hate them, then you must hate me. So much for loving me unconditionally."
I was hiding in the bathroom at work.
Today was a bad day.
I was too loud when getting ready for school. I accidentally stepped on the wrong floor board, and woke up Mother.
She’s the farthest thing from a morning person.
My ribs ached, and my scalp burned.
Mother was smart, she never left bruises in plain sight.
Everything hurt, and it was all too much.
My eyes were burning, and my contacts weren’t helping.
“Lunette? Baby, are you in there?” Violet called out.
I stayed quiet.
“Come on, Bunny, I see your shoes.”
“Please go,” I whispered.
“Can’t do that, Bunny. Now are you going to open the stall? Or am I going to need to crawl?”
“I can’t. It’s too much,” I whimpered.
“It’s okay. I’m coming.”
With grace I didn’t know she had, Violet crawled under the stall. Uncaring about staining her dress, or messing up her updo.
“Oh God,” Violet exclaimed. “My knees aren’t what they used to be.”
“So, what’s up?” She asked, sitting next to me.
“Nothing, I just needed a break.”
“I get that. Saturdays are always crazy. What can I do?”
“I don’t know. It’s just too much! Everything's too much!” I cried out, while tugging on my hair; yanking hard.
“Ahh ah ah! Don’t do that Bunny.” She scolded.
Violet reached into her hair, and unclasped her butterfly fascinator. “How about you play with this?” She asked, handing it to me.
I let my fingers run over the butterflies, they felt nice. The glitter on the edges of the wings was rough, and it felt pleasant.
Violet smiled, gently bumping her knee against mine, and then started to tap her fingers on it.
Thump.
Pause.
Thump.
Thump.
It was a simple ¾ rhythm.
Thump.
Pause.
Thump.
Thump.
Pause.
Thump.
Thump.
The rhythm was soothing, and soon I found myself counting along.
“One;” thump.
“Rest;” pause.
“Three;” thump.
“Four;”thump.
“One;” thump.
“Rest;” pause.
“Three;” thump.
“Four;”thump.
“One;” thump.
“Rest;” pause.
“Three;” thump.
“Four;”thump.
“One;” thump.
“Rest;” pause.
“Three;” thump.
“Four;”thump.
I lost myself in counting the rhythm.
“One;” thump.
The pain in my ribs dulled.
“Rest;” pause.
My scalp stopped burning.
“Three;” thump.
My headache faded into manageable discomfort.
“Four;”thump.
It didn’t hurt to breathe anymore.
I’m not sure how much time passed, but eventually Violet spoke.
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, Vi. I don’t know what happened.”
“You don’t need to apologize, Bunny. Meltdowns are a bitch, and they happen to the best of us.”
“A meltdown?”
“Yeah, you know that feeling when everything hits you at once?”
“I thought they just happened to me?”
“Well, that’s partially true. Every autistic person experiences them differently.”
Fear flooded through me.
Did Violet know that I was Retard?
Would she hate me?
Just like Mother did?
Violet noticed the fear on my face, and pulled me into a side hug. “What’s wrong, Lou? What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“I don’t want you to hate me.”
“Hate you? Baby, that's impossible! There’s literally nothing you could do to make me hate you. You’re my Bunny!”
“Even though I’m a retard?”
“Lunette Martin! You are not a Retard! You understand me. There is nothing wrong with you; you’re perfect just the way you are.”
“Really?” I asked, with fresh tears staining my face.
“Yes. You’re a ball of sunshine. You’re the kindest person I know. You’re a prodigy. You’re amazing. I’m so happy to know you.”
“Even though I’m autistic?”
“There’s nothing wrong with being autistic, Lunette; and anyone who thinks so is a fucking dumbass.”
Fresh tears painted my face, and Violet wiped them away; just like she did before. “Lunette, you’re perfect just the way you are, and I don’t want you to ever forget it. Okay?”
“Okay, Vi.”
We sat together, huddled on the bathroom floor. “Hey Vi?”
“Yeah, Bunny?”
“I’m so happy to know you too.”
Violet didn’t answer verbally, but the tight hug she pulled me into, was answer enough.
I tried to stop thinking of Violet while I got dressed, but her face kept flashing in my mind. Going from her usual beam to that animalistic snarl.
I just couldn’t get it.
I couldn’t understand how Vi could be accepting with one smile, and bigoted with the next breath.
“Maybe I never knew you at all?” I mused, going through my closet. Grabbing a hot pink sweatshirt with the phrase, ‘It’s a Sharp not a Hashtag’ written on the front in light pink, next to a sharp symbol. I finished the look with a pair of black leggins, and my lime green Converse.
I gave myself a once over in the mirror, “looking good!”
The only thing left was to put on my contacts. With Mother gone, I haven’t been wearing them indoors, and it was so nice.
It was so nice to take a break from wearing them.
It was so nice to not have to deal with the raging migraines, blurry vision, and black spots.
With dread, but also with practised ease, I got both contacts in. The burning was instantaneous, but not as painful as usual.
I gave myself one final look, avoiding my eyes.
I knew it wasn’t possible, but it was nice to imagine a world in which I didn’t have to hide my rubies.
Maybe one day?
Maybe on Genosha?
As quickly as they came, I banished the thoughts from my mind.
They were distractions.
Stupid fairytales.
I’ve long since stopped believing that I’ll get a happy ending.
It’s just not in the cards for me.
By the time I made it to The Pamplemousse , Cleo was already there. Which tracked; Cleo was always early. I found her sitting at a booth, with her umber brown fingers playing with the iridescent beads at the end of her fulani braids.
“Morning,” I called.
“Lou! Baby, good morning!” She answered, standing up to give me a hug.
I hugged her back, even though the touch felt like lightning; I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
“Here, sit, sit!” She gestured to the open seat across from her. “I hope it’s okay that I ordered for you? I got you a hot chocolate and a plate of cheese danishes. Is that okay? If not, I can order you something else.”
I could cry, “thank you, Cleo. You’re the best!” I said, biting into a danish. Oh my gosh! The danish was still hot, and it was so yummy!
“Oh, shucks!” Cleo waved me off. “You’re the best!”
I gave her a smile, while taking a sip of my hot chocolate.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Honesty, Lou, I’m stressed. This whole mess with Violet is driving me crazy.”
There was a part of me that was happy to see that I wasn’t the only one who Violet was keeping up.
“But, how are you, Lou? I know you and Violet were close.”
“I don’t know. I saw what I saw, but it doesn’t feel real.”
“I get that, baby. If I hadn’t seen how she treated Mr. Wagner and Ms. Maximoff first hand, then I wouldn’t have believed it either.”
“So, they didn’t do anything, right? She refused to play because of their mutations.” I couldn’t meet Cleo’s eyes; I felt tears pooling in my eyes. Before they could fall, I wiped them away with the sleeve of my sweatshirt; being mindful of my contacts.
Cleo reached over and grabbed my hand, “I’m so sorry, Lunette. I know how much you cared about her.”
I looked away, “I guess I never knew her after all.”
Cleo sighed and stirred sugar into her americano. “People are complicated, Lunette. But, Violet’s behavior was completely unacceptable. I’ll be sending an email explaining that Violet has been fired, for violating our tolerance and ethics policy.”
“Good,” I agreed, while sipping my hot chocolate. “Bigotry is ugly, and I’m glad to see that you’re not sweeping it under the rug.”
“You don’t need to thank me for doing my job, Lou. All are welcome at Le Chat Noir. Well, except Mardies and Pigs.” She snided as she took a bite of her blueberry muffin.
This is why I feel safe working at the club, even if I’m not brave enough to tell Cleo that I’m a Mutant.
I trust her; I do. But, the only way to make sure a secret isn’t spread, is to not tell anyone.
“Anyway, Lunette.” Cleo continued, “I wanted to thank you for your professionalism on Thursday. I know I asked you to do something without any preparation, and you handled it with grace.”
At her praise, my face flushed, “Cleo,” I started.
“Ahh ah ah! There is no room for self depreciation here! You did an amazing job! And I’m not going to let you undermine yourself.”
I didn’t know what to do when met with genuine praise, so I kept my gaze on my hot chocolate.
“I mean it, Lou. You’ve never worked a private room before, but with the way you acted, one would think you’ve worked in them for years. Plus, you prevented an international incident. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to face the wrath of Magento and his Acolytes.”
I shuddered at the thought. Magento was feared across the globe, known for his disdain of humans. He was the King of Genosha, and the Acolytes were his loyal knights; the protectors of Genosha.
I might be safe from their wrath due to my Mutant status, but what if they hurt Cleo?
Or Dahlia?
Or Marcus?
Or Simon?
Or Alba?
I know my first six months at Le Chat Noir were awful, but I sincerely loved everyone who worked there, and the thought of any of them being hurt was terrifying.
Noticing my distress, Cleo grabbed both of my hands, squeezing them tight. “Lunette, it’s okay, honey. It’s okay, nobody is going to hurt anyone.”
“Really?” I asked, and I hated how my voice broke.
“Of course, It’s my job to keep you, and everyone else safe.”
“Okay,” I wiped my tears, “sorry for being such a crybaby.”
“There’s no need to apologize, Lou. I’ll be including this in my email, but there’s no harm in telling you now.”
“What?”
Cleo waited, taking a long sip of her americano. “I’ll be hiring additional security for the club, as well as more bouncers. I don’t want you to panic, but there has been an increase of attacks on pro-Mutant establishments, and while I hope that Violet won’t try to retaliate, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
I almost began to defend Violet, but I stopped. After seeing what I saw, and having Cleo’s confirmation about the incident, I realized that I didn’t know what Vi is capable of.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ve tried calling her, but she hasn’t answered.”
“I’m sorry, Lou.”
“It’s alright, Cleo. Violet is Violet, and she made her choices.”
Cleo smiled, “you know, Lunette, you’re a lot more mature than most people I know.”
I returned her smile, and finished my cheese danish.
We sat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's company.
“Hey, Lou?” Clea asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah?”
“So, I have a big favor to ask, and you’re totally allowed to say no; but, I was wondering if you’d be willing to work in another private room next Saturday?”
“I don’t know, Cleo. I prefer working on the floor with the orchestra.”
“I know, but I was hoping you’d make another exception.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I took a big swig of my hot chocolate to stall.
Before, I could muster up an answer, Cleo continued.
“It’s for Mr. Wagner, Ms. Maximoff, and some of their colleagues. You see, as a further apology, I offered them another free dinner for themselves and any of their friends. They agreed, but said they would only accept you as their entertainment.”
“You didn’t say I would do it? Did you?” I tried to control the anger in my voice, but I failed. I wanted, no needed to stay invisible, and I couldn’t do that if I was on the X-Men’s radar.
“Of course not! My job is to protect you, and I wouldn’t put you in a position where you couldn’t say no.”
“I know; I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m sorry.”
“No apology needed, Lunette. These past few days have been stressful.”
“I don’t want you to think it’s because of their mutations; but, private rooms are stressful.”
“I know, and that’s why I wanted to ask you.”
I took another bite out of the second cheese danish, “did they say why they only want me?”
“Not really, but I could tell that you made a good impression on them. With Mr. Wagner’s visible mutation, I’m sure he’s usually only met with cruelty, and your sincere kindness was surprising.”
Well, wasn’t that a knife to the heart. Unlike me, Mr. Wagner couldn’t hide his mutation. If Mother hated me because of my eyes, then I couldn’t imagine the suffering that he’s endured. Mr. Wagner is braver than me, he goes out everyday, and doesn’t hide who he is.
He’s also a hero. As an X-Men he protects everyone; even anti-Mutant bigots.
With that, my decision was made.
“Okay, I’ll do it. What do I need to know?”
Cleo gave me a huge beam in response, “It’ll be a seven course meal, meaning that you’ll be playing for an hour and forty five minutes. So, just like last time, you’ll be playing in fifteen minute intervals, stopping when a course is introduced. As far as the date, they were hoping for next Saturday, at 7:00pm. Does that work for you?”
It took me a minute to process all the information, “alright. Did they ask for any specific songs?”
“Mr. Wagner asked if you could play the opening song you did, but other than that you’ll have full creative control.”
I hid a smile in my sleeve, it looks like I turned Mr. Wagner into a Sone!
“Okay,” I said, while finishing my hot chocolate.
I was still petrified about being exposed, but I didn’t want to indirectly participate in the discrimination that Mr. Wagner and Ms. Maximoff faces.
“Amazing!” Cleo cheered, while clapping her hands together. She noticed my empty mug, “do you want a refill?”
“Yes please!”
“Your wish is my command!”
While Cleo went to get our drinks, I got lost in my thoughts. I was happy; so utterly happy. I knew it couldn’t last, and in time it would end.
I knew the other shoe would drop.
But, for now, just for this moment, I decided to pretend.
To pretend that this happiness would last.
Just this once.
Notes:
I love doing research for my stories, to properly immerse readers into the world. So, I had so much fun researching! According to the movies, the X-Mansion is located in Westchester county. Lunette lives in White Plains, which is a city within Westchester. The coffee shop Lunette and Cleo went to is real! The Pamplemousse Project is in White Plains. So, if you’re in the area then you could check it out! However, Le Chat Noir is fictional.
Also for research, I’ve been rewatching X-Men Evolution, and it’s been so wonderful! As you know, X-Men Evolution was my childhood, and watching it always brings a smile to my face! I just watched 3x08, to get into Rogue’s headspace, as well as the other X-Men! (Plus the Dad Logan content was top tier! And Incredible!)
Besides her school uniforms and dresses for work, the rest of Lunette’s wardrobe is composed of hoodies, T-shirts, and sweatshirts with orchestra/violin/music puns! (With a few outliers.) Music is her biggest special interests, and she thinks they’re cool.
Mardie’s are the nickname that the MRD is called in “Wolverine and the X-Men.”
I’ve been going back and forth on ideas, but I think I came to a pretty good conclusion on what to use. I’m so excited for you guys to read chapter four! No spoilers, but we’ll see Lunette interacting with more X-Men, which may or may not put her on their radar! ;)
Which may or may not lead her to meeting her bio dad! ;)The songs used/referenced in the chapter are...
Twice- “Heart Shaker.”
SNSD- "Into the new World" (That was the opening song Lunette played in Chp. 2)
Sone is the fandom name for SNSD!
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