"NO. NONE OF THEM. SONGWRITING TO ME is like telling a story. Just like a writer doesn't normally writes their stories but creates others, I do the same with music," after all, none of these songs are in fact mine, and they are all written with the feelings of the real singers. Right now I'm just repassing their songs around in an entire different world. "So, each song is a different story to me. Although a small percentage of them are indeed a little related to me."
"A songwriter storyteller then," he pointed. "Not just that but also a musician who makes the rhythm of the songs with the instruments. It's beyond amazing. Praiseworthy, just like my fiancée told me you was."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
He just brushed it off. "Do you have any song that is just the sound, without the lyrics?"
No. But I have songs that sound amazing without the lyrics and just with the sound of it, especially on the violin. "Yes. Yes, I do. It's one that would be amazing to dance in a ball. Why?"
"Can you play it?" Lady Marie asked.
A nod, "Of course, I can!" I got up and took the violin in my hand, and to my luck, it was already in the right tune. "The name is Black Out Days," it's a song by Phantogram ft. Future Islands, however this version played solely on the violin is by a cover adaptation by a famous young Australian violinist called Joel Sunny, which I was a fan of.
Funny fact. Days before I was murdered on the airport right after I arrived in Sydney, Australia, back on the end of 2023, I had bought a ticket to go to his concert, since I was really a fan of him for sometime already. So much that I learned violin to be able to play his covers.
And one of my first thoughts when I woke up after getting reborn as Hope in here, was that I wasn't going to be to go to his concert anymore. Oh God, how pitiful. Anyways, I still remember vividly his songs, and some times I play them for myself just to enjoy the sound of it.
Smiling with the memory, I closed my eyes and began playing the song. As the feeling of nostalgia took over me, even though it was a beautiful song, I felt like crying. And when I finished, tears rolled down my cheeks, but I was still with a smile on my lips.
Exhaling, I opened my eyes, "God, I really love this song."
But then I felt hands on my waist bringing me down to the couch, since I was playing while standing up. When I looked behind me, he was there, bringing me closer.
"Don't refrain yourselves kids," the Prince said smiling and I almost rolled my eyes. "We won't just you because we are just like you as well. And I loved the song, Lady Hope. It's a masterpiece."
I smiled, feeling my heart warm, "It is, isn't it? I'm glad you like it."
"I loved it," she exclaimed with her eyes slightly red. "Can you play this one while I'm walking down the aisle in our wedding, Hope? Can I just call you Hope? You can just call me Marie, I think we'll be good friends from now on."
Oh. She want to be friends? I never had friends like this, so I don't know what to expect. But the devil told me that it would be good to have a nice relationship with Marie, so, why not? "Of course, you can. And I'll be glad to play such a part in such an important day for you."
"This song will make it more magical. And will also be beneficial to you, I believe," just like the devil said earlier.
A nod, "Yes. It will."
After eating more two cookies, Lady Marie got up, "Can I take these with us?" She pointed to the bowel with more ten or eleven cookies.
"Feel free to do so," the devil said, not letting me get up, clinging to my waist.
She seemed happy. "Thank you, Sir…?" Oh.
"You can call me, Jay!" Jay? What?
"Alright, Sir Jay. That was a hard task since father said not even him knew your name," the Prince added.
And I almost said 'My thought exactly,' since he hadn't told me any kind of name or nickname to call him by until now. This devil. Now I'm feeling angry.
They greeted us one last time and left, then the devil snapped his fingers and when I blinked, we were on my bed again. But I turned around and punched his chest annoyed. "Jay? What the fuck? Is that your name? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you tell them and not me? Hello?" I waved my hand. "I'm your fucking fiancée. I've been calling you devil until now in my mind because I didn't knew how to fucking call you, asshole. How can you do that?"
But he held my wrists with one hand when I tried to punch him again, and in one move, made me sit on his hip, "Calm down, Hope," his calm and sexual tone made me stop instantly, but I kept my teeth greeted. "My name is not Jay. It's not with a J either. It's just one of my fake names, probably the one I'm most used to. I wouldn't tell them my actual name when you don't know it yet, darling," then he held the back of my neck with his free hand, bringing me closer. "Calm down," he whispered brushing his lips on mine, making me gasp.
I felt my resistance melt, but I was still angry, "I don't like how you told them a way to call you before you did that for me, you devilish asshole," I said with my eyes closed, feeling my heart racing, and as he freed my hands, I held his hair with it. "It really pissed me off, you have no idea."
With his free hand now on my waist, he provoked me a little more, "Do you want to call me Jay then, darling?"
I scoffed, "Are you joking?"
"Well, I do prefer being called devil by you, because of how damn sexy it sounds," he whispered with his lips brushing my neck. As he snapped his fingers, a sound barrier was set, and with another snap he made my dress disappear, living me with my underwear. "That annoying dress was getting in my way."
I felt breathless, the longing for him almost killing me. But I can't do anything, since I was the one who put the no-sex wall up, and he's counting on me not being able to handle it. "Where did Jay came from? Was it random?"
"Not random, but no my name. It was actually how my mother liked to call me, since she wanted to name me Jay but my dad got his way and named me the way he wanted. All because mom already named my sister the way she wanted," what?
I gasped, pushing him, "You told her your childhood nickname? You really are the devil, you know that? Ugh," I growled. "If there's such a history to it, it's not a fucking fake name, jerk. It's a family nickname. Given by your mother at that," I punched his chest again, suddenly feeling my eyes teary. "You should have told me that. Told me that! Not Lady Marie and Prince Behnam, asshole."
Sitting down with his back on the bedframe, he froze. "I didn't think you would be shaken up like this, Hope. I'm sorry," there was a pled in his voice as he held my face gently with his two gloved hands.
"Of course, it would. I've been dying to know a way to call you, since you don't want to tell me your name. Even if it was a nickname, it was good enough for me. But since you didn't give me any, I thought you didn't have any. However you do have a nickname your mom gave it to you, and you just gave it to a random noble instead of giving it to me. I'm your fiancée damn it. Aren't you taking this seriously?"