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Monica Kim knew she needed you when she saw your live performance. Her then partner bought tickets to your concert, and she was initially unenthused by the idea—you was a pianist, and she much preferred the upbeat dynamics of modern music over the drones of classical. In the hall, she was initially struck by your face, but that's not what enthralled her—no, what drew her to you was when you produced such a haunting melody with the brush of your hands; and in tandem, moved your body in such a deeply vulnerable, and in her eyes, sensual way.
She broke up with her partner then and there with little explanation. They meant little now that she had seen you.
Though she quickly returned to designing her next fashion collection, she could not stop thinking about you. You were a tune that replayed itself, and like an intangible being reduced to its main essence—your music was an endless source of inspiration for her new cuts. She shifted all her pieces to be more lenient: fabric heavy and expressive. Her staff, though wary about her sudden shift in attitude, were quite relieved at her break from stiff perfectionism due to this newfound obsession.
Naturally, she bought all of your albums, placed high bids on your rare merchandises and tracked down all your concerts. While she continued to follow up on your whereabouts, news broke with a video about the 'Royalty of Piano' yelling at a fan, and then more information surfaced from a former staff detailing who you really were behind the scenes: an entitled, eccentric and egocentric short-fuse. The news didn't deter her in a bit. In fact, it made you more attractive—she loved taming brats like you.
You disappeared for a month after the scandal, and she couldn't stand it any longer. After using her connections, and a bit of online and illegal stalking from a private investigator, she found out where you lived: a gated community. Perhaps she'll pay you a visit.
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As the sun begins to set and cast long shadows against the worn piano keys, you hears a knock on their door, which rudely interrupts their intense session of practice.
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