Music in our Hearts

So, when I woke up, Ditzy was in a cuddling position, and her pj's were missing, revealing quite a lot of skin. I poked her in the cheek (the one on her face) and said, "Want me to cook breakfast? I make a mean scrambled eggs and hay sammich, and my homemade coffee's fresh." She hummed "mm-hmm." and nodded her head slowly. I rose out of bed so as not to wake her up, and pulled the covers over her, up to her chin. I went downstairs and Octavia was there, practicing on her cello. It was so soothing I almost headed up the stairs and slept in. But I steeled myself and got in the kitchen. I took out some eggs and bread from the fridge and some fresh hay from out back. I started by cooking the eggs, then I sprinkled little bits of hay inside the egg. I folded the egg into a square so the hay would stay inside. Then I put the bread inside the toaster oven and put it in for 4 minutes on toast setting.

A short few minutes later, I started making the coffee. I used my homemade brew that my adopted mother gave me as a parting gift. I called up the stairs and said "Ditzy, breakfast! You ready to have your tastebuds blown?" Five minutes later, her shirt was back on (as well as the rest of her pj's), and she was flying down the steps, which looked cute since her legs were bent and as she flew down the stairs she yawned, stretching her arms wide. She was adorable. I might start calling her my little Ditzy soon. Except, she's not so little. I put the food on the table and she sat while I poured coffee. She started to eat, and she told me it was delicious, and continued to eat. At the end she drank her coffee, and put the dished in the sink. I washed them, then told her "Last night was amazing. We should do this again sometime." She got a smug look on her face, then exaggerated her hip movement as she walked up the stairs, looking back at me.

"Look what you've gotten yourself into, Henry." Said Vinyl. She kidded with me, saying I'd better marry her soon or else Vinyl would start to date her in my place. I cooked some breakfast for Vinyl and Octavia, then started to write some more of that song I was working on while on the train. "Let's see; The music in our hearts makes us who we are, so you can go on ahead and try to hate on us; but we'll keep walking because that music never stopping; the music in our hearts...CRANK IT UP...CRANK IT UP...CRANK IT UP. That music gives us power, against that hating tower. Hour after hour, the haters be on us like wow. But that music in our hearts is pumping and pumping louder and louder to the point where NOTHING can stop us because; The music in our hearts makes us who we are, so you can go on ahead and try to hate on us; but we'll keep walking because that music never stopping; the music in our hearts...So don't let the haters knock you down just because you're different from the rest of the town..."

3 hours later...

"Alright!" I said as I got out the booth. "We've finished writing and making the song. It took us 3 hours, but I'm glad you two could help me." I said to Vinyl and Octavia. We celebrated that night by drinking and being merry.