Lemon grabbed her headphones and put them on. She needed something to soothe her nerves after that sudden buzzkill. She found something in her library that she hadn't listened to in a while, and it seemed like just the thing she needed to hear.
Lemon closed her eyes as she went into a meditative pose, smiling softly as one of Baythoven's many masterpieces flowed out of her earphones. She'd been listening to an awful lot of rock and pop lately, so this deviation from the norm was a nice change of pace!
Lemon wasn't going to kid herself, though. No amount of music would be able to shake the memory of what she knew was a near-death experience. She shuddered. Even just thinking the phrase 'near-death experience' sent chills through her body, making her miss the feeling of the fire within herself. The fire that she hadn't felt since yesterday. Without it, she didn't quite feel like herself.
At least Lemon's fire would return to herself eventually, and she couldn't wait for that moment! For now, though, she should think of something else. Like the future. More specifically, her future career.
Ever since she was a child, Lemon knew that music was the lifeblood of the planet. It was a way to communicate with others. To convey one's feelings. To tell a story. All of that and so, so much more. It was that line of thinking that led her to realize that she wanted music to be her profession.
At this point, that was all Lemon knew. She'd need to start figuring out her majors. What exactly did she want to do with music besides listen to it as often as she could? She scratched her head, then sighed... maybe if she got that fire of hers back, she'd be able to think a bit more clearly. There was definitely one such tune she could think of off the top of her head!
As the tune started, Lemon felt a warmth begin to wash over herself. It'd been a while since she listened to this one, and she found that odd... this was one of the catchier tunes in her library! She began to nod her head to the beat, imagining herself on a dance floor and just going nuts!
Suddenly, Lemon stood up and started dancing, shuffling around as the warmth continued to spread. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of happiness that this tune gave her. Once again, she found herself in her own little world.
To Lemon, this was what music was truly about. Forgetting your troubles for at least a moment in time, where everything feels right with the world. No fights in the hallways. No magical weirdness. No stress. She and the music were one, flowing together as though they were one singular being.
Lemon wondered what this must look like to other people. Maybe she'd get someone to record herself so she could see what she looked like when she was in the moment.
A thought crossed her mind. Maybe she could be a background dancer? A choreographer? Lemon smiled. It was a thought like that that had her realize she was on the right track to getting her fire back!
Getting back on said track, those two professions would depend on how much public exposure Lemon would be willing to subject herself to. She'd be fine either way, as long she was working with music in some capacity... but not like some retail shit, where she'd just be listening to music in the background while struggling to help some dumbass that can't make up their mind so you have to hold their fucking hand until the manager gets off their lazy ass and helps!
Lemon took a deep breath, then exhaled. She didn't want to be stuck with a job like that. Oh, the stories she'd heard in passing... her eyes suddenly widened as she felt a slight sensation in her gut. It seemed that her inner fire was trying to return to her!
Lemon grinned as the tune ended, then closed her eyes and opened her hands. In her left hand, she imagined she carried classical music. In her right hand, she imagined she carried the funky music of the seventies. She went still for a moment, feeling a small surge of adrenaline. She opened her eyes, then clapped her hands together as though she had magically merged the two, then selected a tune at lightning speed!
As soon as the tune began, Lemon felt a huge rush, and the fire within herself roared back to life like a phoenix from its ashes! She leapt up and let out a quick whoop of exhilaration. She was back in full force, baby! It felt like nothing could stop her, and those who'd even try to would quickly learn a lesson!
Lemon cracked her knuckles, then her neck. She suddenly stopped in her tracks... she was so in the moment that she forgot that Sour was coming over! She glanced at her phone to look at the time, then did some mental math.
While it was true that Lemon had never seen where Sour lived, she had a rough idea of the vicinity due to their fight in the streets. It hadn't taken them long to return home from that spot, so going by foot...
"Lemon," Florid called out. "Sour's here!"
Lemon slapped the palm of her hand against her face. "Ah, dammit." She wasn't in time to get the door for her! With a sputtering noise, she went downstairs to greet her.