Here's one from Mr. Saxophone. Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Her heart beats like music. It reads like a score: an eighth-note here, a rest, a quarter-note, a sharp little crescendo catching the ear, making short work of expectations, taking a man's breath away with its ridiculous beauty. It's in the key of C, the universal key, the home key, the one with which everyone resonates. It's smooth and seductive, her song, all the more surprising for the way it sneaks up on you (in the rarely used tempo andantino) when you never intended to listen in the first place.
After all, women aren't my style and music isn't love.
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Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Her heart beats like music. It reads like a score: an eighth-note here, a rest, a quarter-note, a sharp little crescendo catching the ear, making short work of expectations, taking a man's breath away with its ridiculous beauty. It's in the key of C, the universal key, the home key, the one with which everyone resonates. It's smooth and seductive, her song, all the more surprising for the way it sneaks up on you (in the rarely used tempo andantino) when you never intended to listen in the first place.
After all, women aren't my style and music isn't love.