STABBED THROUGH THE HEART

[nikkernoodle]

[It's late Thursday night, and the school is far darker than normal. The Band Room is now lit by candle light; far dimmer than electricity, but something that Salieri is fairly used to.

He's there now, seated at the piano, a candle resting in a dish on the edge of the lid as he works, plunking out chords and tinkering with melody and harmony, making notes on the paper, going back, trying again.]

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[disharmonizes]

[And as Salieri is playing, someone enters the room. Taking advantage of how focused Salieri is on his playing, how in the zone he is, to quietly move up, before...

Boop.

Sticking a note to his face.

Because this is just how Discord introduces himself, of course.]