A/N: Please listen to When I Really Come Alive by Wildflowers for this chapter :)
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"Oh! Is this your mic, Eddy?"
An amazed Lariette stared at the large condenser microphone with a circular pop filter, mounted on a polished stand in the middle of the room. A high, velvet stool stood before the stand.
"Yes, it's my current mic," Ruediger explained. He pointed at the mic before flicking his finger in another direction, "It's called condenser microphone. I have other instruments here too. See?"
Lariette glanced at the cables trailing toward the walls, where the instruments mentioned by Ruediger stood—a keyboard, a guitar and a snare drum.
This place was indeed perfect for him.
Returning her gaze back to Ruediger's beaming face, Lariette asked quietly, "Since I've seen it all, can I watch Mr. Dreamer singing next?"
A helpless chuckle escaped Ruediger's lips. Shaking his head, he put a hand on his hip.
"Consider it done, my lady."
