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illdowhatiwantthanks · 12 days

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Tea for Two

Amelia Shepherd x g!nreader* Warnings: some explicit language, just hella fluff, seriously so much fluff, mentions of hospitalization (duh) Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You go to Grey-Sloan Memorial once a week to hang out with the kids on the pediatrics floor, but more and more you find yourself going there for one particular doctor: Amelia Shepherd. But can you work up the courage to make a move? And if you can, will she reciprocate?

*Reader & Gender. Gender is a slippery, tricky thing. I feel like I kind of straddle the line between being a girl and being nonbinary, so my x reader perspectives will shift depending on which I'm feeling more that day. But please feel free to insert whatever pronouns/gender identity fit you best! I try to keep descriptions of the reader to a minimum so you can see yourself in them regardless. <3

You checked in at the front desk of Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital and pressed your guest-pass name tag onto your shirt. You had your instrument case on your back, and several familiar nurses waved at you as you made your way to the elevator and up to the pediatrics floor. You were there for your weekly music hour with the kids. It had started last summer, when your brother had open heart surgery and spent a month of the pediatrics floor. You'd often brought your instrument to play and sing his favorite songs for him and, more often than not, other kids on the floor would crowd his room and request songs and sing with you.

By the time your brother had gone home with a clean bill of health, you'd gotten attached to the kids, to the nurses who wheeled patients into the rooms you played in. You went home with song requests and learned how to play Encanto and the Bluey theme song and Simon & Garfunkel for them. It had quickly become one of your favorite parts of the week.

And not just because of the kids. Of course, there were always doctors around, but most of the time there was one particular doctor around, and you both loved and hated it.

"Dr. Shepherd," she'd told you, on the third or fourth post-concert elevator ride which, for whatever reason, you almost always ended up on together. "Or, well, Amelia. I'm not your doctor."

"Y/N," you'd replied, shaking her hand like an idiot businessman. God, she was pretty. You hoped you didn't look as flustered as you were.

"Are you on Spotify?" she asked.

You laughed loudly, eyes crinkling shut. "No! No, it's just for fun."

"Well, you're really good at it," Amelia finished, as the elevator opened on the floor before yours.

"Thanks," you said, trying your very hardest to make eye contact.

"See you next week?"

"Yep," you nodded.

"Cool." She gave you a double thumbs-up and walked out the elevator doors.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, turning back to hold the door open. She pointed at you. "Pronouns? Mine are she/her."

A bright smile flashed across your face. "They/them. Thanks for asking."

"You got it." Another thumbs up, and she was gone. You sighed. Pretty and asked about your pronouns? It was gonna be really hard to convince yourself you didn't like her now.

Amelia was there next week. And the next. And the next. Always in the back. Always in the elevator with you afterward. And you just talked. Never for more than a few minutes. But those few minutes added up after a while. You learned that she was Chief of Neurosurgery. That she'd grown up in New York. That she lived with her sisters and her nieces and nephew. That she loved boba tea and cats.

One day, in a moment of reckless confidence, you stopped at Seattle Best Tea on your way to Grey-Sloan and picked up two boba teas, one for you and one for Amelia. As soon as you stepped through the doors of the hospital, you knew it was a mistake. Fuck, you thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Friends don't bring boba tea. Especially elevator friends.

But then, of course, you had to give it to her. Because otherwise it'd look like you brought two bobas for yourself, and that was even weirder.

She was already in her corner of the pediatrics lobby when you walked in. Trying to act casual, you approached her and held on the tea.

"Hey," you said. "Do you, uh... do you want this?"

She looked at you, surprised, and took the cup. "You brought me boba?"

"No." You shook your head and shrugged. "I had an... extra?" It was a stupid excuse. You knew it the moment it left your mouth.

A smile crept at the corner of Amelia's lips, and she raised her eyebrows at you. "You had an extra milk tea?"

"No," you admitted, flushing slightly and running a hand self-consciously through your hair. "It's for you." You felt like you were digging your own grave.

"Well, gotta get up there," you said quickly. You avoided her eyes and headed quickly toward the little stool they'd set up for you at the front of the room.

You'd never been so distracted during a set, especially with the Grey-Sloan kids, who usually took up all your attention. At first you tried very hard to not look anywhere near Amelia, but then you thought that might be more suspicious, so you just tried to look in her general direction.

As you packed up your instrument, your heart pounded. You knew, you just knew, she was going to be on that elevator and that she knew. Your damn little boba gesture had almost certainly given you away. And she was going to say, Sorry, I'm not into women. Or kind-of-women-kind-of-not, which is where you usually landed. Even worse, she might say, Sorry, I'm not into you. Or the very worst of all, she wouldn't even be in the elevator, and your time at Grey-Sloan would be unbearably awkward from here on out.

Your heart sank as you got onto the elevator and Amelia was nowhere to be seen. You puffed out your cheeks and exhaled. You'd fucked up. You were glad the elevator was empty this time because you were sure the disappointment showed on. your face. You were not good at hiding your emotions, and you'd prefer to be left alone with this one.

The doors had almost creaked shut when a hand shot out to stop them. An out-of-breath Amelia stepped in, smiling, and leaned against the wall.

"Wow," she breathed. "Almost missed you."

You shuffled your feet and tried to act normal, even though your heart was in your throat.

"Thanks for the tea," she said, nudging your shoulder.

"Yeah!" you replied, probably a little too enthusiastically. "Yeah, no prob."

"So... do you buy boba for all the girls or just me?"

You felt blood rush to your cheeks. "Uh..."

"Because I really hope it's just me."

You glanced at her in surprise and found her grinning at you, a little embarrassed, a little self-satisfied.

"Really?" you asked, not quite believing what you'd heard.

The elevator door opened on Amelia's floor, and she slipped a business card into your hand, her fingers lightly grazing yours. It felt like a bolt of electricity shooting through you.

"Call me and you can buy me dinner, too," she said, before stepping off the elevator, giving you a little salute as the door closed.

You looked at the card in your hand. On the front: all the usual business information. Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital. Amelia Shepherd, M.D. Chief of Neurosurgery. On the the back: a phone number, scrawled in messy doctor's hand, with a little heart beside it.

Your heart swelled and you couldn't help but smile, bouncing on the balls of your feet. It worked! The boba worked! Seattle Best Tea didn't know it yet, but they'd just made you a regular for life.

#amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #amelia shepherd x fem!reader #amelia shepherd x gn!reader #amelia shepherd fluff #amelia shepherd drabble #amelia shepherd fanfic #grey's anatomy

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theboardwalkbody · 1 year

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I woke up sad because I had a dream that was so nice that having reality set in was depressing.

Not entirely sure how I got there but ended up going out and winding up chatting with Bert McCrackens wife, Alison, (didn't know it was her) on the street. I was wearing my Used hoodie (it's literally the only jacket I own, this is not surprising) and she noticed and invited me back to the place she was staying to grab some Christmas cookies and hot chocolate bombs she made. I said sure, why not, both of those things sound nice and Tis the Season.

When we get there Bert and Jeph are in the living room area and surrounded by recording equipment and laying down some vocals for the new album. Bert's kids were super young (like infants) and there were also a handful of other people there (other fans who were also brought back for a little surprise recording sesh treat).

I sat quietly on the couch next to some of these people and felt so awkward because I didn't want to interrupt or screw anything up and I was kinda just like "omg I'm chilling with the used".

A lady comes in and she's wearing scrubs and she and I started talking. She explained that she's a pediatric nurse and was assigned here for the day as basically babysitting in case the kids wake up. I ended up bombarding her with questions about how much she gets paid and hour (she was from, and we were apparently in, North Carolina) because the cost of living in NJ is too much.

After that the guys were going to work on something somewhere else so Alison took the kids and us fans for a walk around a nearby park-neighborhood to look at the Christmas lights/decorations. A lot of the fans ended up dispersing because none of the walking speeds matched up but I ended up somehow falling in line with Alison's pace with the strollers. We ended up singing Encanto songs as we walked. I asked her what the cost of living is like in Australia.

We got back to the hotel building and only 2 or 3 other fans made it back (the others all left). She explained we could come back but that the guys were probably still busy elsewhere (doing the instrumentals and stuff). She had me come back in because she still wanted to give me the stuff from earlier and as we were walking she kept purposely going slow and doubling back and walking down extra hallways. At some point she actually just pushed me into an elevator before anyone else could see where we were. So when we got to the floor she selected the door opened and Jeph and Bert were there waiting. I got a quick picture with them and a hug from Bert. I didn't have anything to sign except the box of cookies but Bert signed it anyway (and, for some reason, pushed so hard on the box with the pen it almost tore but he was joking about it and, like, fake wrestling it). He was also wearing a really soft knitted sweater. It was warm.

And then he and Jeph started walking back to their recording room and I woke up.

#mandas dreams #dreams

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cal-writes-never · 2 years

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Hi! I just saw that you wish for some Camilo Madrigal ask. And here I shall give! Because let's be real, many of us just love that boy so much!!!

Okay, may I have some fluff in which Camilo, and possibly the rest of the Madrigals, discover that gn!Reader (you can have the reader as female if you want, I don't mind) also was blessed with a gift that reader can control all 4 elements through music (both by singing and playing a stringed instrument)? You may choose any scenarios and whether this can be a headcanon or a oneshot.

Have fun writing and Happy Holidays!! 💙😘

camilo with an s/o who can control elements through music

gosh i'm so sorry these requests are taking so long to complete, there's a number of reasons for it but i'm gonna try and speed up because i am so bad at this lmaooo

pairing: camilo madrigal x gn!reader

type: headcanons, fluff

summary: how camilo and his family react to you having an elemental gift.

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- when camilo first met you, he was shocked to say the least

- his family were the only ones in encanto known to possess these magical gifts, so who on earth were you? he had no clue that you were a miracle in itself, and you were the reason for the delicate candle in your house.

- "but you're not a madrigal!" he stated, quite obviously, but what else would you expect from a young child with no manners?

- even so, he thought your gift was cool. yet his was cooler.

- you were the only one in your family to have a gift and although it's not too useful in the long run, you can still do some pretty cool things with it

- with both your parents being musicians you were expected to learn many stringed instruments from the moment you could form a grip on them, and it was the same with singing

- you could control the speed of water and manipulate it with your voice, dictate the flicker of a flame with a guitar, guide the wind with a mandolin, and manage the very earth with a harp (however you used the harp the least for it was too much effort to haul around all the time, and why would anyone need to move the earth when luisa's around?)

- music is your passion, and it's how you met camilo in the first place

- he heard someone playing the mandolin when he was out playing as a kid, so of course he went to investigate and he was shocked to see someone his own age playing at such a skilled level, and somehow the wind had picked up quite harshly and continued to get harsher the more intensely you played

- you jumped once you caught him staring in awe and the wind noticeably calmed down (which was probably for the best, your tiny bodies would've called anything more a hurricane)

- he stayed silent for a few moments, trying to process what on earth had just happened before speaking up

- "did you do that?" he asked in shock, wondering how on earth you'd manage to do such a thing. was there another family with a miracle? why had he never seen you before? surely abuela would know of another burning candle!

- "did i do what?" you asked, dumbfounded. this was just second nature to you by now, you'd forgotten nobody else could do such a thing as control the weather (save for pepa, which is probably what struck the young boy so hard)

- "the wind!"

- after an awkward explanation and a newfound admiration from camilo, you made your way home, having gained a new friend that day.

- you managed to find him in the same spot the following day where he invited you to his home to meet his family, which intimidated you from the moment it was mentioned

- "you mean... the madrigals?" you asked in awe, meeting just one of them was scary enough!

- even so, you agreed to stay for dinner that same evening, so you dragged camilo back to your place to tell your own family

- there was a mix of emotions surrounding this whole shebang; you'd tried your best to hide this little - big - secret for as long as you could, and now things could go one of two ways as the madrigals were undoubtedly the most respected people in the town

- camilo assured them that you would be completely safe and they wouldn't think negatively of you, yet they were still on edge, but they let you go nonetheless

- and boy was that the greatest day of your life

- not only did it start countless new friendships with each member of the family, but it opened their eyes to possibilities of more people like them, people who could put their gifts to good use and help the ordinary people of encanto more than ever before

- you borrowed instruments and used your voice to give them a little performance, watching as their eyes gleamed with anticipation as your gift seemed more and more magical the longer you went on

- it was safe to say that you were basically one of them now, so you spent most of your dinner times at casita from then on

- when antonio was born you helped pepa with him, playing and singing him lullabies and creating a soothing atmosphere

- and as you got older, you began writing your own songs, and most of them were written for camilo, and he loved them

- these songs became more and more personal, as if there were hidden feelings behind the words you sung (well, that's because there were hidden feelings behind the words you sung)

- by the time you were fifteen, you had realised that you were in love with camilo, and dolores had perhaps let it slip to you that she overheard camilo talking to mirabel about his feelings towards you, too, so you made the daunting decision to confess

- even though you knew camilo reciprocated your feelings, you were still nervous

- what if dolores was lying, or what if she had misunderstood? what if camilo's feelings had changed, or what if he was never talking about you in the first place? thousands of thoughts plagued your mind

- when you sat down infront of him to perform your new song (which you had brought the harp out for), you told him to listen closely to the lyrics

- it was all or nothing. you were about to gain a boyfriend, or lose your best friend. forever.

- he noticed your nerves though he chose to keep quiet about it

- as you began to sing, the river beside you flowed slowly to match your delicate voice and the earth around you began to morph into figures of your imagination, figures of you and him

- he watched closely while listening to what you were singing, and he couldn't quite believe it

- all this time he'd been pining for you, and here you were, saying you felt the same way? it was a dream, really

- cue dolores grinning manically from casita

- from that day forward you and camilo were a happy couple, even if you did have to put up with constant jabs from his family and yours, though they were all in good nature

- ten years on you were living in casita with your own triplets and rings on your fingers, the magic from your blood and his making both candles burn brighter than ever, bringing new gifts into the world and new ways to aid encanto.

#encanto x reader #camilo x reader #camilo madrigal x reader

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dancevidaniya · 2 years

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Encanto needs to be a stage musical and here’s why

Someone’s probably already talked about this, but I feel the need to dump all my ideas here.

General premise: there’s a lot going on in Encanto that could have used more screentime, and it’s a great story with lots of beautiful visuals and themes.

Further elaboration (with spoilers obviously):

There’s so many characters! And you know what that means: we need more solos.

What about a song or songs detailing what Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio are going through? Dolores living with a power that she can’t really shut off (presumably), Camilo trying to find himself while presenting himself as a careless goofball, Antonio’s fears before and after he discovers his powers. He admires Mirabel SO MUCH, but he’s also scared of sharing her fate.

Also, weave in a little more about Dolores’s unrequited love. Make it the tiniest, cutest little subplot. Maurino and Dolores have the smallest exchange where he’s delivering something for the party and she stutters out a little, “Thanks.” And then she makes that little “eep” sound before pattering off. He glances over his shoulder at her, shrugs and smiles.

I think a huge missed opportunity was that we didn’t get to really address the fact that Abuela Alma doesn’t have magic powers herself? Maybe that’s another reason why she’s so hard on Mirabel, she can see her own perceived inadequacies in her. After all, after going through such chaos in fleeing her home and losing her husband, having magical kids was her way of taking back control. The only way she thought she could fix the world around her was through them.

Felix and Agustin having a more lighthearted song about how they married into this crazy, magical family and sometimes they don’t even know how to raise their own kids. Sprinkle in some details about how they met their wives. It doesn’t even have to be a song of its own, it could lead into the aforementioned Abuela song where the tune tapers off into something more somber.

That scene where Julieta is telling Mirabel that’s she just as special as the rest of the family? Song. Make it a song.

Bruno!! Let’s talk about Bruno! This could have fit into the last category, but it’s just that important.

“We Don’t Talk About Bruno” is a straight up banger, I’ve listened to it a thousand times already, don’t change a thing.

Bruno himself needs more to sing though. We need a song from his perspective about what was going through his head when he ran away and the life he’s been living in the walls.

In the same song perhaps, talk about what it was like to grow up with a power that people progressively began to distrust and even revile. Mirabel and Bruno both grew up under a stigma, both feeling unwanted if for different reasons. And now Mirabel herself seems to be an instrument of doom, just like him.

Bruno and Mirabel could have an awesome musical number for the whole vision sequence. Build it up with discussion about their anxieties. Mirabel insisting on the vision because she has to know how she can fix the situation, Bruno flinching and trying to get out of it because he knows what happens when people hear his prophecies. The vision begins and the music builds and builds and the green lighting is going crazy until - “ISABELA?”

(Sidenote: later in the musical, make it more apparent that the Isabela thing is only the beginning of the healing-the-whole-family process).

Finally, Bruno needs more time to reconcile with the family and for them to apologize and promise to do better by him. That was one of my few complaints about the movie. They really ran out of time to organically welcome Bruno back, and a stage musical would have so much more time to do that in a satisfying way.

And speaking of things that needed more screentime...

One of my other big complaints about the movie was that Isabela and Mirabel’s reconciliation feels really fast and in my opinion, pretty forced. Isabela was pretty harsh on Mirabel, and her song seems to still be tilted towards, “I’m pretty amazing. Oh yeah, thanks Mirabel.” And Mirabel herself has two seconds to change her mind about her sister.

So what I would change is: the cactus can still appear in a fit of passion, but it needs to be Mirabel’s idea that Isabela make more. Isabela takes notice for the first time that Mirabel’s unique outlook on life expresses itself through compassion, even towards her. Make Mirabel forget about the hug, and make her suddenly interested in her own sister’s development. She wants to see what else Isabela can do, and Isabela wants more of Mirabel’s perspective. They come to really believe each other when they hear the message, “I’m struggling.” Then it leads into them having a blast like they were at the end of the song.

On to visuals: Casita!! Magic house!!

Is there anything that screams "theater” like a story that revolves around a single location? And houses are right at the top. And a magic house that shifts and emotes and has magic rooms? That’s a theater dream come true!

You ever check out some of the behind scenes footage clips of the Beetlejuice musical? It’s ridiculous what they managed to do with the lighting of that house, using all the latest technologies. A Disney budget could really run with that.

Through animatronics and the unsung heroes of theater, the techie, you have all the power you need to have cabinets opening and closing, banners sagging and then lifting, cups vibrating on dancing tile counters, floors bouncing and moving people around the stage, flowers sprouting all over the place.

Turning the house set around and you got yourself Bruno’s hideout in the walls. Turn it again and hey look, it’s more of the family members’ rooms! Break the house apart to reveal Bruno’s crazy cavernous tower, and then break it again during the catastrophic climax. Sidenote: explain why the hell the family couldn’t build Mirabel a bigger room or let her share one of theirs. Like, Jesus lol

Anyway, there’s just a lot to say. I’ll just go ahead and leave you with a final suggestion: everyone’s gotta apologize to Mirabel more than they did. HARD. Especially Abuela Alma.

Thank you for your time!

#disney #encanto #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela alma #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #bet i forgot someone lol #oh yeah casita #file this under I shouldn't have spent time writing this

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logicalyfun · 5 years

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May we play

Musician au

Characters: Patton, Logan, Roman, Virgil

This is the first LAMP ive ever made, have mercy on me :)

Sorry for bad grammar :)))

Thanks to @stop-it-anxiety for beta reading

This is a concept and idea ive had in mind for sometime now. Wanted to do this and see how it would turn out, hope you enjoy it :)

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'C,D,A,F,'

Logan chanted on him mind as he played the violin piece infront of him. So lost in the music, the feeling of the strings under his finger tips. It was a slow piece he was playin, obviously classical although he sometimes didn't like classical that much. But his mom made him play classical music from Paganini to Mozart to Chopin and so much more.He smiles as he played the last note of the paper. He had to practice more if he really wanted to be a good musician. A yes being in an orchestra, in the violin section, now that-.His thought were interrupted by one of his roommates, Patton. That bubbly saxophonist didn't even play classical, he just played whatever they gave him but most likely jazz, which in a way made his curious of that music style."Hey Logan what you up to""Just practicing some classical pieces, the usual".

"Boring, come on you know theres more to play, how about un poco de salsa o plena" said his other roommate called Roman. He was hispanic which you dont see around these areas sometimes. Hes pretty dramatic, is in a drama club and also plays the trumpet. They match, they are both pretty loud and both together pretty amazing.

Logan titled his head in confusion. "What is all that, some classical music I've never heard of" Logan said still confused

Patton and Roman eyes widen, "wait you dont know what those genre is" Roman said with a surprise voice. Logan shrugged and said no.

"Well you only know classical, how about we show you the rest" Patton said.

"I can't I need to practice, i dont have time for silly games"

"But you have time for word association game don't you" Patton said.

"Dont you dare mess with my favorite game"

Roman meanwhile had an idea. "Say Logan how about we take you to the music room and there we can show you what do yo-"" Roman i told you i dont have tim-""But you can practice there too" Logan stopped and thought about it. He did want to learn more about music and he had to admit that it was getting kinda boring just playing classical so..

"Alright ill go, just lets do this quick" Logan said grabbing the violin suitcase and following to Patton and Roman who was talking to someone via phone call.

As they opened the music room, Logan saw some big and small cases, some drums and percussion around and a piano. He had been here but only for a short amount of time.

"Roman took you long enough to get here" and there appeared Logan third roommate, Virgil. Virgil was pretty dark and had his ways but also very dedicated to his instruments. He played guitar, drums and some wind instruments.

"Virge, its an emergency! Specs here doesn't know any other genre other than classical, and we are here to show him some songs" Roman said taking his trumpet out.

"Well i have some suggestion, may i go first" Patton said with his alto saxophone in his hands. Roman and Virgil nod and sit down on some chairs.

"Okay Logan im gonna play a song, if you want you can join or any of you can join" and there he started, going slowly and having a bit of a sway to it. Play every dinamic and note making it sound beautiful. Logan got his violin out and listen closely to Patton and he started playing with him

"Oh i love this song,

"Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on

Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me"

Patton and Logan playing together with Roman singing and Virgil adding a bit of percussion. They were magnificent, Logan couldn't believe what he heard, he actually enjoyed playing it.

"In other words, please be true

In other words

I love you"

"I must say that was... good, pretty average" Logan said "and Pat i didn't know you played Jazz so good"

"Well yea, Jazz music is one of the biggest reasons I play the saxophone, it my favorite genre" he said smiling at Logan.

"I see that what Jazz music sounds like, I like it"

"Oh and we are just starting, te tocare una bolero, it one of my favorite, Virgil.."

Strumming, slow and gentle playing just before the trumpet started playing play. A slow melody not to loud or low just perfect. He swayed with the rhythm of the song.

"Besame,

besame mucho

Como si fuera esta noche

la ultima vez,"

Romans voice, so soft and slow made Logan start swaying at the rhythm of the music.

"Wanna dance" Patton extended his hand which Logan accepted.

Swaying together with the trumpet and guitar in the background. He was starting to enjoy more and more all that he was doing.

"Besame, besame mucho

Que tengo miedo a perderte

Perderte después"

"So what ya think, still prefer common classical" Patton said still dancing with him.

"I mean classical is what i live for, but this is something new in a way, but I won't let classical go that fast" he said smiling and giving Patton a spin. Patton giggled and continued dancing.

And as they stopped dancing, Roman played the last note that concluded the song.

"I am very impressed Roman"Logan said. "Well it nothin-"" I cant believe you dont always play forte, I mean i am impressed" Logan said smiling at a annoyed Roman.

"Okay okay my turn, im gonna play more of a latin pop as you could say song" Virgil said connecting his guitar.

Latin pop? Logan though, now that was something he had barely heard of. And it was starting with a rapid pace, moving his fingers so quickly and yet made an astonish rhythm.

"Para bailar La Bamba

Para bailar La Bamba

Se necessita una poca de gracia

Una poca de gracia"

Virgil and Patton sang in unison.

Such genre, was so different and made you body just fill with adrenalin, an amazing feeling he had never felt before.

"I see someone is enjoy""well actually yes, this is turning out better than i expected, Roman i wasnt sure what type of music i was gonna hear today, i wasnt even that exited" Logan said looking at Roman.

"Well, I can't blame ya, i used to only play the same stuff over and over again, it was nice i guess but I didnt feel like i enjoyed it as much. When u found out about this genre, sin mentirte me encanto, i love it and decide from now on to keep discovering new music" Roman said.

"Remember Lo, don't stay in the same place forever, embrace yourself, open youre wing and find new thing that are awaiting you" Virgil said. Logan never notice when they stopped playin but he still had the rhythm of the song in repeat.

"But I don't have wings. I dont know where to start" Logan said.

"Hey Logie, remember one step at a time and everything will be okay. Plus will be here with you if you need us" Patton said smiling and hugging him.

"Say i do have one last song called Conga, would be pretty cool to play" Roman said looking at Virgil and Patton.

For Logan it seemed like they had talk telepathically because they all just grabbed their instrument and some papers.

"A one, two and one two.."

"PA DA DAM" was the first thing Logan heard coming from his rommates. Blasting like rhythm that was sure to make you move and dance. He wondered what this genre was called. He wanted to join the rhythm so bad but didnt known it on vio-

And thats when he saw it, the piano and there he had an idea. It was worth trying but he wanted to. He sat down in the piano and listen to the rhythm and notes they were playing. Breath in and breath out...

He began playing matching the speed and the song. His finger going fast, feeling the keys under his finger trying not to play them that hard.

"Well ill say.." Patton said looking in awe at Logan as he played.

"Well why stop, come on" Logan said as he kept playing, hearing Roman, Patton and Virgil join.

Logan was enjoy the moment, he never thought he would enjoy doing this and not actually practicing. He loved it actually, the rhythm, the velocity and everything from every song. Logan smiled as he looked at his roommate, who finally open his eyes to new music.

And Logan finally understood what the others meant.

"So Logan we were talking and we wanted to ask, would you like to koin are little band as we call it" Virgil said.

"Why not, I'd love too" Logan said being attacked by hugs from his .. friends, being attacked by his new friends.

#if you wanna listen to song the titles are in the story #sander side #musician au #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remy writes #patton little library

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