hiartasgirl

Roxas was preparing for the night's performance. He was struggling on a student's budget, so he worked part time as a musician. A man and a girl were in the front seats. "Mr, I have a request. I'm not entirely sure of the name, but it goes something like this," the old man began to hum. The girl handed Roxas some pieces of paper. "Those are the music sheets. He's old, his memory's failing. I have to do almost everything for him," She laughed. "Thank you...?" Roxas said/asked. "Naminé," she said quickly. "Your welcome, Roxas," Roxas didn't bother asking how she knew his name-- It was on the poster outside. He began to play. // Roxas was