April Fools: The Karaoke Caper Duet

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This story is an entry in the Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025.

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~ April Fools: The Karaoke Caper Duet ~

"Stay still now," Lucky whispered. He aimed the water balloon and took the shot.

The pigeon resting near the window looked at him unimpressed and flew away.

"Damn..." That's when Liam knew this day would not be in his favor.

It was April Fools, and everyone was avoiding Liam "Lucky" O'Malley like a plague. His phone had been silent since morning. No calls, no messages, not even the usual spam calls he enjoyed so much. Even his best friend and partner in crime, Patrick, was not responding to his calls today. Maybe adding a blue dye in his shampoo was not such a good idea after all.

His early morning attempt at weak humor of using a plastic spider had fallen miserably. She calmly picked the spider and delivered it straight to the dustbin. He tried to cheer himself with the thought that he had cured her spider phobia, but her cold stare broke that delusion. A squeaky pillow under his ireful landlord's bum was no better. His landlord did not even bother to acknowledge the sound as he started the news channel. Liam decided to leave it at that, rather than face his anger by talking about it.

By late afternoon, all his enthusiasm had gone out like a deflated balloon. He needed a distraction, something to take away his mind from the awful day and failed ideas. With no better option, he decided to head out for a drink. So, he found himself at "The Rusty Mug," a secluded dive bar down an alleyway. It was not his usual joint, but today he wanted to be away from known faces. He craved the anonymity of strangers and may be an unsuspecting patron to improve his day.

Liam slid onto a sticky bar stool. The bar was all country music stuff--old posters, cowboy hats, and dim lights. There was a little stage with a microphone, but nobody was singing. The place was mostly empty, just a few people talking quietly to themselves. It smelled like old beer and dust.

He felt like he was a protagonist in a sad song. The kind where everything goes wrong. He took a big sip of his cold beer. The amber color liquid did not improve his spirit though. Every sip felt like another sad note in his head. He did not want a reminder of how bad his day had been. His eyes started scanning for someone to talk to.

Then he spotted her. A dark-haired petite girl leaning over a glass of whiskey at the back of the bar. She was in a business suit, quite odd for a place like this. Her hunched shoulders and lifeless eyes suggested that she had entered here on the whim. She gave off an intense "leave me alone" vibe. Liam chuckled at the thought as he could visualize a force field around her that repelled everyone.

Liam was a prankster but a harmless one. Yes, he was looking for someone to play prank on, but what he hated most was sadness. He could never expect someone in his vicinity to be so down. He wanted to break through her isolation and chase away that sadness.

He finished his beer, and that brought a smile on his own face. Now he was ready. He slid off his stool and walked over to her. His mojo was off today, but that did not stop him, nor did he bother to plan the conversation in his head.

She looked like a spring coil, ready to snap at the first word. He could see the water droplets around her glass; she had not touched her whiskey for a while. While her eyes were trained at her glass, her gaze was unfocused, as if she were searching for answers to the questions no one asked.

"Hold on, kid." A rough growl stopped his advance. It was a bartender, a tall, rough man with a shade of white hair.

Liam gave him his usual disarming smile. "She looks sad; maybe I can cheer her up?"

The bartender laughed. "April Fools, eh? You are one of those pranksters?"

Liam nodded. "Yes, but not today. Everyone is avoiding me like I am contagious or something." He then looked at the woman, absorbed in looking at her drink. "Looks like she's having a tough time too."

"Yep. Been here for a while now." The bartender replied with a head shake. "Just stumbled here with sad eyes. Love trouble, I think."

Liam felt a recognition in his heart. People called him lucky, and while his luck worked in almost all his pranks, it did not work in his love life. He was a cheerleader. Girls dated him after their breakup to have a good time before moving on. He knew it and enjoyed his time with them, but it did not hurt any less when he started feeling something for them.

"Keep it down kid," the bartender warned. "If she so much as points a finger at you, I will throw you out. You hear me?"

Liam nodded at him and walked towards her. He slid onto the stool beside her.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" He asked with a nice smile.

"Suit yourself," she said bluntly without glancing up.

"So, what are you having? Looks pretty potent." He continued with his usual cheerful energy.

She finally looked at him with her tired, dark eyes. "Even a blind man can tell it's whiskey and it's none of your business if it's potent or not."

"Of course," he replied hastily. "I am just trying to break the ice. I am having a bad day myself; no one wants to talk to me today. You seem you could use a distraction yourself."

She sighed in frustration. "Just leave me alone, will you?"

Liam was not deterred. He grinned at her with his first genuine smile of the day. "How about this? I will try one terrible joke, guaranteed to make you smile."

She raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Get it over with."

"Okay," Liam leaned forward. "Why don't scientists trust atoms?"

She just looked at him expectantly.

"Because they constitute everything!" He concluded with a smug smile.

She didn't laugh, but a small smile played on her lips. "That's terrible," she said with some warmth.

"Terribly effective!" He had already achieved his goal to break her sad mood. "See? A little bit better already."

"Okay, okay, you win. One point for a terribly effective, terrible joke." She actually smiled this time.

"One point?" Liam replied in mock indignation. "Even Miss Hendricks would have given me five points for that, and it may be detention. So, are you new here? Never seen you in the class before."

She laughed. "I am a sales consultant. On a business trip here."

Liam nodded as if he understood, but his eyes wandered on her business suit and then around the country bar they were in. He had no clue, why a consultant would land here after her business meeting. "Oh, and how is that consulting thing going for you?"

She sighed again. "Business is fine. In fact, I finished early today, and thats how things got complicated."

"Distant relationship?" Liam inquired with a thoughtful gaze.

She looked surprised. "Is it that obvious?" she asked in a falling voice.

"Not to me," he confessed and looked at the bartender. "He clued me in before I threatened to throw me out if you did not like my presence."

She nodded at the bartender with a smile. She then shook her head and sighed once again. "He moved to this city a few months ago. I wanted to surprise him."

"And you were the one surprised?" He asked with a genuine care.

She took out her phone and flipped through some pictures to show him.

Liam glanced and saw a man and a woman in an intimate hug. They looked way too comfortable for it to be innocent.

"Oh," Liam said quietly. "Is there any chance of misunderstanding somewhere?" He asked with hesitation.

"Misunderstanding?" She laughed bitterly. "He not only moved to this city, he moved in WITH HER." She tried to control her anger but failed.

"I'm sorry," Liam said. "That's a crap thing to do."

"Crappy," she repeated with a sad little smile. "He was always flaky. I should have known when he was hesitant to commit. I should have known when I got a new dream job out of the blue in a different city."

"Sometimes people can be jerks," Liam chose his words carefully. "Now that you know, you can move on."

She gave him an angry glare. "Move on? A piece of cake for you. You don't even know him."

"No, I don't," Liam agreed. "There is another way to look at it, though. He saved you a lot of pain in the long run. That's something to smile about, or you can at least try anyway."

He chuckled as he imagined a guy in the picture with Rooster's feathers and a red comb on his head dancing in the sand. "So, tell me about this guy. Does he wear socks with sandals?"

She blinked and then chuckled. "Yes, he does wear socks and sandals. How do you know?"

He laughed. "I just imagined him dressed like Rooster and dancing around."

She could not stop laughing at the image he had painted in her head.

As they continued talking, Liam could see her relaxing in his company. Ok, so maybe his mojo was still missing, and maybe his April Fools was flop, but he was happy to make her smile.

She finally finished her drink and looked at him with a flushed face. "I'm so sorry. I have been blabbering about my life on and on."

He smiled. "Not at all. You were telling me about your life, and I was actually listening. That doesn't happen too often with me."

She chuckled and leaned in towards him. "And what's your name, stranger?"

"Liam O'Malley. My friends call me Lucky." He stuck out his hand towards her. "And you are?"

"Tori Sinclair." She responded while shaking his hand.

"Tori," Liam repeated while looking in her eyes. "It sounds strong, and it totally fits you."

Tori blushed a little. "You're not so bad yourself, Liam. So, what's the story behind your nickname?"

Liam squirmed in his seat. "Well, it kind of hits close to home with your situation. I would rather not talk about it."

Tori was about to push for the info when a chime rang through the bar.

The bartender walked towards the stage. He started the karaoke machine and plugged in the mic. " "Alright folks, show time! Who wants to go first?" He yelled.

"Karaoke?" Tori raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Seriously? You're sitting in a theme bar, and you didn't even notice?" Liam grinned at the absurdity of her question. "I know there a song running through your head. Trust me on this. Sing it out, and you will feel good."

"I don't know," Tori hesitated. She looked around the bar to see if anyone was getting up to sing on the stage.

Liam did not give anyone a chance. He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the stage. He handed the mic to Tori. "What's the worst that could happen? We embarrass ourselves? I'm already halfway there with my dance moves, and I could really use the company."

Tori didn't pull her hand away. "Okay, fine. You're buying me another drink if I do this."

"Deal!" Liam said enthusiastically.

Tori held the mic and squared her shoulders. She then closed her eyes to block out the crowd. The bar patrons were surprisingly supportive and cheered her on. She chose "Someone Like You" by Adele. Her voice started out a bit shaky at the start, but she soon found the tune.

"I heard that you're settled down

That you found a girl and you're married now

I heard that your dreams came true

Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you."

When she finished, the bar erupted in applause. There were one or two exceptions, but they were not interested in the songs anyway. Liam whistled loudly. "Wow, Tori, you can actually sing."

Tori smiled, feeling her cheeks flush again. "Thanks. I guess I've kind of practiced that one a whole lot."

Liam was still in an upbeat mood. "Oh, come on now. Don't tell me you only practice sad songs. Try something different, Tori."

She decided to change the pace with another song. "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor suited perfectly for her situation. This time her voice was strong. It was like she was singing to herself and totally meant every word.

"Do you think I'd crumble? Did you

think I'd lay down and die?

Oh no, not I; I will survive

Oh, as long as I know how to love,

I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live,

and I've got all my love to give."

The place went nuts. The bartender gave her a thumbs-up for picking the classic.

Tori handed the mic to Liam. "It's your turn now."

Liam took it stride. "Alright, Tori Sinclair. Get ready to be amazed!"

He started with "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina & The Waves. He was an awful singer, but he made it work with his sheer energy and crazy dance moves. The crowd loved his performance.

"I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I'm sure

And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door

Now every time I go for the mailbox, I have to hold myself down

'Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're coming around."

He did not give the audience a second to rest and switched to "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen. His energy was infectious, and the bar became even louder. He jumped and danced around like his actions resonated more with song than his voice.

"Tonight I'm going to have myself a real good time

I feel Ah-lih-lih-live

And the world

I'll turn it inside out, yeah

And floating around in ecstasy, so

Don't stop me now

Don't stop me

'Cause I'm having a good time

Having a good time!"

Tori watched Liam, amused. His happy mood was catching, and she felt a bit better. The dark mood had left her. She realized that all it took was a stupid joke, a happy tune, and some craziness to forget her blues.

The karaoke went on for hours, with both impressive and outright awful singers. Between the songs, laughter, and drinks, Liam and Tori joined together in chorus more and more times. Even the bartender sang some classic country tunes.

The night flew by till late evening. Liam and Tori went out of the Tavern together. Liam had made her stop thinking about her problems for a while, and she was in a good mood.

"So," Liam asked in a tipsy voice. "What now, Tori Sinclair?"

She placed a finger on her chin in a thoughtful gesture. "I think I should head back to my hotel."

"Right, hotel. Which one is it?" Liam asked while trying to focus.

"Downtown," she responded, searching for her phone. "The Grand Majestic."

"Grand Majestic," Liam repeated slowly, his eyes going wide. "Wow."

"I told you. I am on a business trip," she explained.

"Right, right," Liam nodded enthusiastically. "It's a nice place."

They walked out into the chilly evening air. Liam called for a taxi, and they piled in. The ride was a blur of city lights and casual talking.

They got to the Grand Majestic. The doorman gave them a respectful nod as they passed through the huge doors. The lobby was fancy, but Tori complained the lights were too bright. Liam explained it was the marble floor, it was too white. The ceiling seemed really high, and they avoided looking at it.

Tori wanted to try stairs, but he pulled her to the elevator. She looked at him with squitish eyes. "You know. They have a really big room and I'm all alone."

Liam chuckled as her words registered in his mind. "Alone, huh?"

She nodded. "Alone."

He grinned slyly. "Well, that's terrible. A big room like that shouldn't ever be empty."

The elevator finally arrived, they walked inside, the doors closing swiftly to separate them from the noisy world.

Tori felt lighter as the elevator started moving and leaned on to lean. Liam may look lean, but she could feel his hard muscles under his shirt. Her pulse quickened as she let her body mold against him.

Liam inhaled slowly to calm his nerves. He was still not sure what to expect, but he liked how things were progressing. His cock strained against his boxers as he wrapped his arm around her petite figure.

The elevator door opened, and they could see the lavish hallway. It was covered in stylish carpets and expensive art. Liam took Tori's access card and helped her inside the hotel room. His jaw fell as he entered the room. It was enormous, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The interior was lavish, and he could see a giant king-size bed.

"Wow, this is beautiful," he said as he stood near the glass window. He could see the beautiful view of the city bathed in glowing lights. "You were right. It would be really bad to stay here all by yourself."

Tori leaned back into him with a sigh. "I know, right? It's criminal."

Liam cursed as Tori pushed against him, her body heat coming through their clothing. "Are you sure about this?" He asked while trying to control his desire.

"I wanted to invite my boyfriend here, but I am glad it's you and not him." She whispered close to his ears.

Liam sighed at that. He was used to such situations. "You know why they call me lucky?"

"Umm? Why?" Tori paused at his abrupt reminder of their earlier question.

'Cause, women date me to turn their luck after failed relationships." He kept his voice steady, but it was almost a confession of his pain. "I am like a lucky charm for them. A perfect guy to have fun with and forget their blues before they could move on."

"Hah... come on now." She did not believe him. "We are both here, and we are willing. You don't need to make such an elaborate play."

Liam did not bother to explain himself. He pulled her in a tight hug and kissed her hard.

Tori was already hot for him and melted in his kiss. Her business suit fell first, followed by his shirt. When they parted for breath, he could see her crimson lacy lingerie.

He did not waste any time and freed her nice perky tits. They fit perfectly in his palms as he brushed his thumb against the hard pink tips.

Tori sucked in a breath as she felt her nipple harden. A shiver ran down her spine when his hand reached straight for her honey pot. She kissed him again as his fingers ran along her wet pussy lips.

He pushed her on the bed as he removed the last layer of silk. "I want you, Tori. I am going to make you forget all about that loser." He said it with a fire of passion in his eyes.

Tori groaned. "Then do it," she challenged. "Make me feel good, Liam."

He gave her a wicked smile and drove straight down on her pussy. His lips captured her wet pussy lips in a deep kiss with tight suction.

Tori's breath hitched as his tongue started to lap along her pussy lips. He did not give her time to savor the feeling. His attack was too fast and too hard. When his talented tongue exposed her clit and strummed it along, she lost it. She cried out loud, and her pussy juice flooded his tongue.

He was relentless and lapped up everything. He continued with his tight suction on her pussy. Tori's hands gripped his hair hard, and muscles contracted in response. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" She cried out as she felt her orgasm continue in waves.

He did not respond in words, but his tongue pushed deep into her pussy and as teeth scrubbed along her clit. Tori screamed as he consumed her with all the fury of a madman.

Liam moved between deep strokes and precision flicks. He tormented her mercilessly until she was an incoherent mess. "Fuck! Oh god, just like that."

"Aaah," she wailed as a strong orgasm tore through her. She closed her legs and pushed him away with all her might. "No more..."

Liam did not relent and continued with his assault as Troi felt another orgasm building inside her. She was not sure what to do anymore. Her muscles tightened again as her fingers gripped his hair. "Eat me, you bastard... don't stop now."

Liam smiled as his tongue curled inside her pussy. He could feel a spongy patch along her pussy walls and knew he had found his mark. His tongue got to work as he started to lap harder.

Tori almost jumped at the touch. She had heard of G-spot but had never experienced the feeling.

"Cum for me," Liam commanded. "Let go, Tori. Cum all over my tongue like a good girl."

She let out a long cry as her pussy juices flowed with full force. She let go of his head and fell on her back, gasping for breath. Her body was quivering in delight as she almost lost all her senses.

Liam let go of her and wiped his face with a tissue from the nightstand. He then slowly removed all his clothes and lay down beside her. He pulled Tori in a tight hug. She tried to push him away at first but soon melted against him as his hand soothed her back. He held her in his arms and allowed her to get down from her orgasmic high.

She looked at him with starry eyes. "That was... wow. I never knew I could cum like that."

He chuckled. "We are just getting started, my dear."

Tori ran her fingers along his jawline and kissed him. Her fingers traveled along his chest and his lean muscles until she held his cock in the firm grip. She could feel his length and hardness and did a double-check to see what she was feeling.

"Wow, you are big!" She exclaimed.

"The question is, what do you want to do with it?" He asked with a challenge.

Tori's eyes widened, and she took a deep breath. She took a moment to tie her hair in a bun and moved between his legs. She opened her mouth wide and leaned down. Her lips tightened around his crown as she looked him in the eye.

Liam sucked in a deep breath as her lips closed around his cockhead. She did not have a lot of experience, and he could see that. He let her take things at her own pace.

Tori struggled to accommodate his length but did not give up. She wrapped both her wrists along his length and started sucking on his cock hard. Her wrists twisted and turned in the opposite direction as she focused on his cockhead.

Liam's perception changed in an instant. She may not have experience, but she was willing and innovative. He closed his eyes and let her have a go at him.

Tori did not try to overdo things. She took her time to feel his bulbous cock and ran her tongue along to taste his pre-cum. She then stopped for a while and ran her tongue along his length from root to top and back down. When she was done exploring every vein and the slight upward curve of his cock, she tried to take him in her mouth again.

This time she bobbed her head along to accommodate more of his length in her mouth. She maintained eye contact with him as she swallowed half of his length.

It was Liam's turn as he gripped her head and forced her down to accept more of his cock. He could feel the resistance of her throat, but she was willing to take more. Her eyes watered as his cock pushed down her throat, but she did not stop. She wanted to return the favor.

She took a break and savored the taste of his precum with a smile. Before she could dive down again, Liam stopped her. He pulled her on the bed and got on top of her in a missionary position.

Liam angled the tip of his cock at her opening but did not push. He started rubbing his cockhead against her wetness. Tori whimpered and tried to accept him in. He pinned her down and tormented her with only the slightest promise of penetration.

"Please," she pleaded.

"Beg for it," he growled. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Fuck me!" Tori begged. "Please, Liam, I need your cock in me! I want you to fill me up so I can't fucking think straight!"

That was all the encouragement he needed. Liam drove himself balls-deep into her warm heat with a firm thrust. Both of them moaned at the sudden feeling. Tori from being so full and Liam from the clamping pressure of her pussy on his cock.

"Fuck yes," he grunted. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming home again.

He took her hard and hammered into her with bestial ferocity. The bed frame crashed against the wall as he bucked into her.

Tori could only cling for dear life as he overwhelmed her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she met every savage thrust with equal passion. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!"

Liam obliged willingly. He changed the angle of his attack to his G spot of every thrust.

Tori's moans increased in pitch. She held on to his arms, and her eyes almost rolled in their socket. She could feel a huge wave building inside her.

Liam felt his own climax was near. He started fucking her harder and faster to chase his own pleasure.

"Cum with me," Liam grunted through gritted teeth. "Fucking cum on my dick!"

They both plunged over into orgasm with his last powerful stroke. Tori's cunt flailed uncontrollably around him as she exploded, her shouts of bliss ringing out across the room. The sensation caused Liam's own climax, and he thrust to the base, spilling scalding ropes of cum deep within her contracting walls.

They held on to each other during the aftershocks, sweat-glistened bodies trying to force air into their lungs. Liam finally fell across Tori, holding back from pinning her beneath his weight. He planted gentle kisses on her face, speaking words of praise on her skin. "Fuck, that was awesome," he gasped.

Tori laughed only weakly, carding her fingers through the sweat-damp hair. "I think you shattered me," she teased raggedly. "I'm pretty sure my legs are still humming."

Liam smiled indolently and rolled them onto their sides so Tori lay across his chest. He slung an arm around her waist, holding her close as they floated in the afterglow of brain-scrambling sex. "Best April Fool's Day ever," he announced complacently.

Tori snorted gently and buried her face in the bend of his neck. "Absolutely worth it to have my heart broken," she concurred. "Who needs love when you've got a dick like that with magic?"

Tori shot awake. Morning light peeked past the gap in the hotel curtains. It gave the room a soft glow. She glanced over at Liam, still out cold. He looked peaceful. As the memories of last night flooded in her head, she felt a warm feeling bubbling inside her.

She got out of bed carefully, trying not to make a sound. Gathered her clothes, hopped into them, and looked around the room. Yesterday's experience was too powerful for her, and she was scared. She just needed to bounce. Like, before the morning got weird.

She found a notepad by the desk. She thought for a while before leaving a quick note for him. Then she grabbed some cash from her bag without thinking and left it on the nightstand. She knew it was a weird thing to do but for some reason, it felt right.

Tori then quietly slipped out of the room while closing the door behind her. As she hailed the cab for the airport, she had all the weird feelings in her head. She was happy, anxious, and a little sad. She knew it would take a while for her to get hold of her feelings.

Liam woke up like, hours later, head throbbing. Rubbed his eyes, sat up, and looked around. Tori was nowhere to be found but there was a note on the nightstand.

"Thanks for last night, it said. It was... nice." It said.

Then he saw a small stack of bills. He picked up the money. He stared at it for a second and burst out laughing.

"Well, that's a first," he said to himself. He couldn't even get mad at her. It was too funny.

He had enjoyed his time with Tori and would have liked to know her more. But he had been through this many times before. She was in pain, and he was a distraction. They had different lives, and she had already experienced a bad distance relationship. It was another of those moments when he knew he had to let go.

Deciding to take it as a sign, he went downstairs and had a huge breakfast. He then walked to a local electronics store. After a long thought, he treated himself to a karaoke machine. It was a really nice one, with lights and a professional mic. He started daydreaming about all the parties he could throw and all the fun he could have.

On the plane, Tori was staring out the window. The city down below was getting smaller and smaller, turning into just buildings and roads. She felt a little sad, still thinking about the night before. She remembered Liam, his contagious laugh, and his terrible singing. She smiled a bit, even though she didn't mean to.

She knew she'd made the right call. It was better to leave on a good note before things got complicated. She'd had her little escape--a break from the craziness of her life. Now, it was time to head back and face reality.

She closed her eyes, remembering all the songs, and the laughter. She would focus on the good stuff and move forward.

Epilogue

Months went by. Tori's life went back to normal, filled with work trips and keeping her feelings under control. But she couldn't forget that night with Liam--the laughter, the songs, that strange connection she felt.

Another work trip was coming up, and it was back to the same city. As she was packing, her phone buzzed--a reminder of a pending Facebook friend request. It was from Liam O'Malley.

She stared at the request, her finger hovering over the Accept button. He'd sent it last month. For a whole month, she'd been secretly checking his profile, wondering what to do. She'd been looking at his pictures: Liam with his new karaoke machine, surrounded by friends, belting out songs. He looked content like he enjoyed living.

She'd even recognized some of the songs he was singing, some old favorites of hers. She knew, and she kind of liked the thought, that the money she'd left had turned into something fun.

She'd waited on accepting his request on purpose. Part of her was scared. Scared of what it could mean, scared of opening up something she'd closed. But another part of her, a bigger part, was curious.

She was wondering what he'd say. Would he remember her? Would he want her to sing again? Would he even be the same guy she remembered, or would he have changed?

She thought about the karaoke machine, the lights, and his awful version of "Walking on Sunshine." She smiled--a real smile.

Finally, she pressed the Accept button. She felt a little thrill. Putting her phone down, she got a feeling of excitement.

She knew that accepting the friend request meant more than just connecting online. It was like taking a step back towards that moment of just pure fun. A moment she wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to. She packed the rest of her things, feeling kind of hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, she'd sing one more time. She decided that going to that city might not be so bad after all. She had a friend there now, and who knows, maybe they could make their own music together.

~ The End ~

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