Chapter 8 - 08 - 20 minutes (1/2)

”All right, let's stop wasting time, just start singing so I can go back to sleep.” The man said with a selfless glance as he leaned his head on the table with both hands.

Sona heard this and became a little angry, she knew that she was not a God these days, but for thousands of years being treated with all respect and worship for mortals, the only person she would accept treating her differently was Madison, her mother.

Knowing that this man slept little, Sona decided to take revenge in the way that only she the Goddess of music could do, using the music!

She took the box she was carrying on her back and put it on the floor. When Sona opened the box and picked up Etwahl from inside, the man was surprised and the disappointment worsened even more on his face: 'Does she think she's at a classical music concert to bring this strange harp? This is a rock bar, people come here to enjoy the music and dance, with this harp it will only make my customers sleepy and go away.

But Sona, who still wanted to take revenge on the man who only wanted to sleep, with no microphone or anything put Etwahl on top of a keyboard that was already mounted there, since showing Etwahl floating in front of the man could cause some misunderstanding.

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'Seriously, what does this little girl think she's doing here? Just because she has a pretty little face, she thinks she can do whatever she wants? I'll teach her a lesson in humility when she's done playing that boring instrument. I thought as I watched the delicate little girl play that harp.

When she apparently finished adjusting the harp, she didn't even pick up the microphone and was getting ready to sing. Docked on the table, I saw her start strumming the strings of that instrument, but to my complete surprise, the sound that was being produced was something I had never heard before in my entire life.

Her little fingers pulled the rope and began to produce a calm sound, my body was beginning to relax and my eyelids began to weigh. The sleep I was feeling seemed to have been amplified several times.

As my eyelids were about to close, the calm sound she was making stopped. I turned to look for the reason she stopped playing and saw her smiling at me.

When I asked myself why she was smiling, she played again, but now at a much higher speed than before. The sound that was once calm was now becoming agitated and chaotic.

All the sleep I had was swept away and my heart was constantly racing. It was like I was listening to Through The Fire And Flames now. My favorite song, the song that most agitates me.

By the time I realized it, I was already standing there, staring at her with my mouth open. My ears told me I wasn't listening to DragonForce's Through The Fire And Flames, but my heart said yes. It was like I was listening to two songs at the same time.