14.2 Celso Pina Macondo: 100 Anos De Soledad.14.1 Józef Piłsudski: My, Pierwsza Brygada (We are the First Brigade).13.3 Martin Luther: A Mighty Fortress is Our God (-).10.17 White Stripes - Seven Nation Army (+).10.15 The Beatles - Yellow Submarine (Best on trombone) (+).10.10 Edward Khil - I'm glad because I'm finally returning back home.10.6 Golden Brown - The stranglers (warning, fast).7.25 Cypis: Gdzie jest biały węgorz (Tylko Jedno w Glowie Mam).7.24 We are Number One(doesn't work well with gilded horn, honk).7.21 The Living Tombstone: It's Been So Long.7.20 The Living Tombstone: I Got No Time.7.12 Pelle Hermanni Theme Extended (Seems to work only with Space Violin).7.11 Noisestorm: Crab Rave (doesn't work too well with piano).best results on any instrument besides piano) 7.10 LMFAO: Party Rock Anthem (bikehorn friendly! mostly.7.7 Funiculì, Funiculà (Spiderman Pizza Theme).7.6 Frolic (Theme from Curb Your Enthusiasm).7.4 Despacito: Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee (also not bikehorn friendly).7.3 Default Dance from Fortnite (not bikehorn friendly, thank god).7.2 Among Us Trap Remix (AKA Among Drip) (+) (best enjoyed with drip through space pods to waste both your time and money).7.1 يا طارشي (Arabic Nokia Ringtone) (-) (the song is all in one channel i can't split it i'm sorry).Suddenly, everything disappeared before our eyes. I was merely one blossom amongst the vast tree. It meant a lot to me that he thought that. It takes a long time to develop this," he explained. You do not let the opinions of others determine yours. "Your name fits you well," Gakupo commented. The blossoms continued to fall on us from the tree towering above. Using the petals of the blossoms, I spelled out the words "Thank you." I could tell from the way his chin rested and his breath that he smiled. Seeing the white kimono sleeves with the purple chevron on the arms, I knew it was Gakupo. I felt a pair of arms slither around my waist from behind. The little blossoms fell helplessly down into my fingers. He gazed up at the enormous tree with its pink flowers falling down to earth. "This is what you were named after," Gakupo smiled. I felt flattered and my cheeks must have been pink. Once again, he changed the scenery so that this time just the two of us were standing under a giant sakura tree. The sea was calm and the color of a sapphire. This time it was a tiny beach island with a single palm tree standing in the sand. He changed the room to something different. I ran to the fountain and looked at the crystal blue water overflowing in the cement bowl. They just walked around and talked to each other. No one really seemed to notice the two of us standing there. The room changed into a park with a fountain. It had a touch screen like a phone, but it had a keyboard on it. We walked in and I noticed a panel on the wall. "You will love this room," Gakupo grinned. Through it, I saw a huge empty room that went on for what seemed like eternity. Next, we came to a door that had a little window on the top. I knew I would be returning to this room. "So you like the piano?" Gakupo asked, coming over. It was peaceful and as smooth as the key itself. The sound filled my ears and echoed in my mind. It's surface was black and shiny with smooth keys hidden from view. There was a large stage with a grand piano resting on it. Chairs accompanied them around the floor. The tables were round and had white table cloth draped on them. The ceiling was high and the floor was dark marble. He also showed a very nice dinning area that I had not seen yet. There was a sound booth and a panel outside it to help control the sound. There were different instruments and microphones. Later on, he showed the recording studio that was next to the dance room from before. Gakupo however was proven very trustworthy. With anyone else, I would never trust them in this scenario. I felt really bad for that he had to give up his bed for me. I looked down to notice that I was in his bed, but he had slept in a fold-out bed. "No worries, I had a spare bed in case this kind of thing happened," he explained. Quickly I sat up, my face blushing like mad. Why was he here in my room? That's when I remembered that it wasn't my room. "Good morning Sakura," I heard a voice smoothly dance. He ran his fingers through my hair until I fell asleep. "I covered that one, I definitely felt the emotion in that song," he mentioned. He looked up from the paper and thanked me. Whether or not it is a cover, the lyrics were so well written and you and Luka both did such a wonderful job expressing the sadness that this song had inside it. I listened to one of your songs and it was so beautiful and emotional. I sniffled and looked at him despairingly. "So, what happened?" He asked as he opened his door and laid me down on his bed. I felt his warmth burning in his chest like a fire. I felt his arms slide underneath me and they lifted me up like I was a bride.
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