Quistis stared at the sign on the door of the music room in disbelief

Quistis stared at the sign on the door of the music room in disbelief. “Closed for cleaning?” she whispered. “No one goes in there enough for it to be cleaned!” She bit her lip and tapped her foot, impatiently.

Sometime later, when Quistis had heard no sounds and no one had emerged, she pushed the door open a crack and peered inside. No one was in there and she frowned. Why would someone put up a sign when there was no one in there? Immediately her thoughts went to the blond troublemaker she’d encountered on the way. He probably stole a musical cadet’s guitar and put the sign on the door, hoping that person would go insane trying to find it. Jerk. Didn’t he have any feelings?

She felt the urge to slam the door open, but her desire to keep her musical ability, especially when she claimed not to have any, kept her from doing so. Instead, she slipped inside, shutting the door behind her. As soon as the metal entrance was closed, Quistis dashed across the room to the tape player and hit the eject button. Success! It was still there! She breathed a sigh of relief and headed back to her dorm.

Once there, she popped the tape in the stereo and pressed play, ready with her notebook to critique herself. But the voice she heard was definitely not her voice.

It was a man’s. Yes, definitely a man’s. A rich baritone that made her knees melt. She loved the song, it was from the same show as “The Long Grift”, but it was sung by a tenor. This was…just beautiful. Quistis lowered herself to sit on the bed, notebook forgotten in her lap as she listened to the sound of the rough, sexy voice on tape. Something about the quality of it made her think of making love. Not sex, not what she had with Eric-cheating bastard-, but giving herself whole-heartedly to one person. The idea was compelling, the sensation phenomenal, and she curled up on her side, hand beneath her cheek, to listen. As the song ended, only one thought entered her mind.

The singer goes to Balamb Garden.

The blond woman had no idea who it was though; no one she knew possessed a voice like that, one that made her spine turn to jelly. Normally nothing did, not even all the trained baritone voices she had on CDs. Naturally she appreciated their quality, but none of them were so primitive, so raw and sexual. And someone at GARDEN of all places possessed a voice like that? The idea was mind-boggling.

Abruptly, Quistis sat up and placed her chin in her hand. That tape was supposed to be her tape. How had the two gotten mixed up? Was it an accident or on purpose? Had someone heard her tape and then…sang back? She hoped that was the case. An accident wouldn’t make sense, because the person would have realized that their song wasn’t recording because the side would have been over. So they would have had to take the tape out and flip it over. But her song was on Side A and so was this one. Yet both started at the beginning. Thus, by her way of thinking-wishing-, the tape was left on purpose as a response to her own.

How can I communicate with this person, she asked herself. I have no idea who he is. Unless he wants me to return with…Her azure eyes moved to her collection of blank tapes and then to her closet, which housed her keyboard. She jumped to her feet and set the keyboard up, pulling it to the bed. Her eyes grew distant as she stared out the window. What did she want to tell this mystery person? Did she want him to know her interests, her vulnerability, her hates…her reaction to him? Then she reached out and pressed record.

You pretend you’re high

You pretend you’re bored

You pretend you’re anything

Just to be adored

And what you need is what you get

Don’t believe in fear

Don’t believe in faith

Don’t believe in anything

That you can’t break

You stupid girl

All you had you wasted

What drives you on

Can drive you mad

A million lies to sell yourself

Is all you ever had

Don’t believe in love

Don’t believe in hate

Don’t believe in anything that you can’t waste

You stupid girl

Can’t believe you fake it

Don’t believe in fear

Don’t believe in pain

Don’t believe in anything that you can’t tame

You stupid girl

All you had you wasted

You stupid girl

Can’t believe you fake it

You stupid girl

Can’t believe you fake it

You stupid girl

People knew Quistis Trepe played piano, just not how much she loved it, and she intended to keep it that way. For some reason, keeping her passions a secret made her feel less vulnerable. But now she felt like she needed to reveal her soul to this mystery person; she WANTED to reveal her soul. Her heart demanded it of her. And while most of the time she ignored her heart, it was too strong this time.

She rose and turned off the tape player, just as a knocking sounded on her door.

“Quisty! It’s meeeee!” Selphie.

“In a minute, Selph!” Quistis pulled the tape from the player and slipped it into her pocket, before going to the door. She opened it and Selphie was there, grinning, bright eyes sparkling. “What’s up?”

“To the cafeteria, come on!” The brunette grabbed ahold of Quistis’ hand and pulled. Since the tiny brunette was much stronger than she looked, Quistis had little choice about going along.

On their way, Quistis shot a sidelong glance at the brunette who was practically skipping down the hall. “Selphie,” she asked in exasperation,” what is going on?!”

The green eyes darted around the hall, before they focused on Quistis. Selphie leaned in closer and whispered in a high-pitched squeal,”Squall proposed to Rinoa!”

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A/N: “Stupid Girl” by Garbage. Thanks for the feedback and please keep it up! I like it a lot ^_-

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