Even at night, Roseville was in full swing and alive with the sounds of vehicles getting from point A to point B and the voices of those that walked its well-lit, safe streets. Serena was never the biggest fan of coming to this particular district because pretty much all rich people sucked, according to her, but she didn't have much of a choice when the city's only legitimate recital hall was housed there.
Within said hall, the concert that she'd been preparing for for the better part of a couple of months was nearly over with her and her partner, Xueting, performing their final song.
A stark contrast to her usual impish visage, the girl typically known as The Dragon Flower, seemed normal—her face neutral, calm, and fully showing with her hair tied into a neat ponytail at the base of her skull—as she focused on playing each note in conversation with the accompanying piano. Occasionally, her form would jerk with purposeful movements of the bow and deft fingers expertly danced across the fingerboard of the violin. Still, she remained relatively reserved.
Their beautiful melody lifted far above the stage to the high ceilings of the concert hall, filling the room with a hypnotic sound that kept the audience sated, silent in their appreciation.
