The Prince Who Stole Music

The young, bubbly souls tumbled through the expansive fields; magical beams cast down on them from the shimmering moon. They wound through the tallgrass, laughing so much to the point of tears. Ten minutes of tirelessly galloping through fields later, they set out the picnic rug and collapsed from exhaustion. As they lay amongst the Christmas beetles and sugar ants, they watched Blake’s watch countdown, creeping towards the new dawn. “Wow, K.C., what a crazy year it’s been, aye?” Blake said, as he caressed K.C.’s luscious locks. “It really has been quite a year, quite a chaotic one at best.” K.C. said softly, “But, without this chaos, I wouldn’t have met you.” Butterflies filled Blake’s stomach as he pulled her close. Chills rushed down her spine as their hands touched delicately. She felt cool, even though it was the middle of summer. Love filled the air as they held each other close, both wishing that this moment could last eternity. From a distance, the sound of fireworks and a faint whiff of gunpowder engulfed their senses. Their lips pressed together sweetly, and sparks flew. As glimmers of stardust filled the sky and the aromatic smells of wattles filled the air, the melodic sounds of music surrounded the world in harmony.