Music.

Merlin knew how much she lived for this, for hearing it, for breathing it…heck, often it was like music was the fuel for her very soul. Music and animals. That likely was all Melbourne needed to survive (it wasn’t). Thumbing her finger along the new albums that had come in recently – or well, were new to a girl that hadn’t been able to come into the shop at all for months upon dreadful months because of school.

Sigh.

The sixteen year old girl placed one of the pairs of headphones over her ears and began to listen…what was this? She hadn’t heard this before.