*Oneshot* Straight posture. Steady arms. Nothing could be heard but my musical instrument blaring Clair de Lune around the flat. I played as loud as I could. The whole place was desserted, all but me and the landlady. I hadn't calculated the possibility of having a neighbor sign for a flat. Yet, there was. Someone who could lead me to a path filled with serenity not experienced through being antisociable. Strangers; bounded by the sound of music. A/N: It was inspired by a Sherlock fanfic I read in DeviantArt. I forgot the title, but whoever wrote it, you are awesome! Also, this is not a Sherlock-fic.
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