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Talented, it was what everyone thought of you. With a voice that would rival many, it was one thing to be a pop star, but being appreciated for it was another. Strolling through the streets of Paris- alone, mask and hat on, you were roaming around Paris finally enjoying your free time. A smell emitting from the boulangerie sat in the 21st arrondissement's roadside was enough to make you drool.
Four years after the war against Hawkmoth, your eyes bolted around the streets of Paris. The destructions that would be evident there every day were no longer as Ladybug and Chatnoir fought toe-to-toe with the villain. In today's tale, they were mere legends.
You needed a break from the music industry, with all the spotlight lately on you as you just finished a European tour. So deciding to lay low and asking your mother and manager to finally enroll you into a normal school instead of homeschooling you just like how it was 5 years ago was a step you eagerly wanted to take.
"No fancy cars, no bodyguards, nothing that will put any attention on me" was the condition you made as you put your foot down, there was nothing that could change your mind, that was how stubborn you were, so much so that your mother had to agree.
And now there you were, walking to your new college, you didn't know what to expect when you walked into those doors. The seemingly old and the baroque style of architecture was to your liking, your vision wandered towards the walls and the ceilings of the building. Fascinated you were, so much so that you didn't notice where you were walking and bumped into a certain blonde-haired girl.
"Ah, desole" you quickly said, helping her stand up. The look in her eyes was of anger and annoyance, "Ugh! You should've watched where you were going newbie! Now you spilled coffee in my new couture!" she was fuming, and that was when you realized that this was Chloe Bourgeois, the daughter of the mayor. You met her once when the mayor congratulated you on your success. "She said she was sorry, Chloe, give her a rest." The girl with dark hair told her, she was carrying a pad, it was clear they were talking before you bumped into them. With a glance you said sorry once again to the both of them, seeing that you indeed spilled Chloe's coffee on her shirt, you bit your lip and felt guilty. They didn't seem to notice that it was you, so you did expect the shock on their faces when they faced you.
"I can pay you back on your couture, or maybe buy you another one? I really am sorry" you said as you looked at the both of them. "It's okay, Chloe here is just very prickly. We can discuss how you're going to make it up to her later, my name is Marinette by the way, very big fan of your music" the girl you now know as Marinette shook your hand very cheerfully.
"It's nice to meet you, Marinette, and it is nice to see you again Chloe"
Of course, the obvious choice for you was a major in music, it was a career you wanted in the long run. Aside from the fact that it was the job you had built from the ground up, you genuinely loved music. You loved how it sounded and you loved the symbolism behind it, but there was a problem. You have a difficult time learning how to play instruments, even though you wanted to so much, you just couldn't.
"We are going to divide the class into two sections, the vocals and the instruments" your professor, Ms. Moreau, had started. Performance Art is one of the programs you need to complete to survive college. As you settled for the vocals group, you were welcomed by them with open arms. As your lesson started, the teacher wanted someone from the instruments and vocals group to demonstrate a duet, and at that moment you realized that even stardom doesn't rest. With the way your classmates suggested you perform, you'd think this was one of your concerts. You caught a glimpse of the one performing for the instrumental, with blonde hair, green eyes, and striking appearance.
You feel as if you've seen him before. Somewhere in the middle of the chaos that was brought in by Hawkmoth all those years ago, with a black latex suit and cat ears.
"You really should be careful, m'lady" the voice rang inside your head as you remembered the cat hero that saved your life all those years back then. But what were the odds of it just being a coincidence, there were other blondes in school. As he walked towards the piano, you stood beside him. "Adrien Agreste, I guess I'll be your pianist today" Ah, this was the renowned model.
"Agreste" the name rolled off your tongue as you mumbled it quietly to yourself. "What song are you thinking, model boy?" you had asked him, your hands slipping onto the surface of the fall board. "I was thinking I'll let the lady decide" he smiled at you as you two talked, and you tilted your head to think of a song. "Sous le ciel de Paris" was a song that you've always adored.
A song that your dad had sung to your mom when they were still together. He nodded and began playing the keys like he knew every part of the song, and you were singing to your heart's content.
You were inside your zone once again, humming as if you were like one with the blonde boy's piano. Sure, you had bands and bands of people that have performed with you before, but they never really were this close to your soul as much as the music that came out from the boy's instruments. And as you finished performing, you looked back to Adrien, a smile on his face.
"Not bad, superstar"