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Originally Posted by
Waddles 
Joseph was on his way home from a successful messy day at work, and walked down the street on autopilot as he cleaned his hands on a handkerchief he'd charmed to work on just about any mess.
The charm must have worn off, though, because it wasn't working and his hands were still a bit...glittery. He was so focused on trying to remove the glitter he didn't get out of the way and-
OOMPH.
Shocked back into focus, Joseph looked at what he'd bumped into. A man with a keyboard? "You alright there?" he asked, effectively brushing off the apology. He wiped his hands more vigorously on the cloth, but the glitter on his palms didn't budge. "Need a hand?"
Heath hoped against hope that that stupid keyboard hadn’t hit anyone when he set it down, but it was not to be. Before he could process what was happening, he was face to face with another man who looked to be about his own age. Why did he keep wiping his hands on that cloth? Was he alright? He blinked, slightly taken aback by the question. Funny, he was about to ask the same thing.
“Yeah,” he replied, shaking his long dark hair out of his eyes.
“I’m fine, but this isn’t!”
He jerked his head toward the keyboard.
“It’s been making animal sounds for the past hour, and I need it for my next class! I’m a part-time vocal coach at Atticus’s Attic.” To illustrate his point, he pressed one of the black keys, and the keyboard let out a loud
MOOOOOOOOO!
Heath’s face brightened at the offer for help.
“Thanks!” he replied.
“I’m trying to get it to Wiseacre’s. Hopefully someone there will know what’s wrong with it!” Realizing he hadn’t yet introduced himself, he smiled sheepishly.
“I’m Heath, by the way.”