The Prince Who Stole Music

CHAPTER TEN

Light leaked through the gaps between wood panels. The descending moon shone wondrously on the frigid metal of the robots. Two weeks had passed since the concert and music had returned to Valar. Blake and K.C. had been tirelessly tinkering with parts and wires, repairing the melted robots. The concert had left them all in shambles; limp and hushed. Inside the innocent-looking barn, K.C. taught Blake of all the ways in which to repair the robots. They worked around the clock - day and night - suffocated by deafening silence and the ringing of cicadas in the distance. Only the silent hum of the 3D printer radiating amongst piles of tech equipment was able to drown out the mute dead air, and occasionally the echoing sound of Blake’s rapping. It was New Year’s Eve and cheers filled the air. Champagne bottles popped as people celebrated the dawn of a new beginning. After all, nothing could be quite worse than this year.

“Oh shoot, lost track of time mate! How is it already 11:40?” K.C. exclaimed. She ran to grab a picnic blanket and drinks and followed Blake into the ink black night.