"Almost done!" Music Meister affixes the mask and takes a look at himself in the mirror. He smooths his hair back and starts getting his boots on. If he'd just gotten some advance warning he'd be ready by now.
The papers are half-written music, jotted down in pencil on blank score sheets and scrap paper. Sometimes there are lyrics, sometimes not. Poking out from the bottom are a set of papercliped sheets labeled 'Arkham Sonata'.
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Date: 2012-09-27 05:34 pm (UTC)"Almost done!" Music Meister affixes the mask and takes a look at himself in the mirror. He smooths his hair back and starts getting his boots on. If he'd just gotten some advance warning he'd be ready by now.
The papers are half-written music, jotted down in pencil on blank score sheets and scrap paper. Sometimes there are lyrics, sometimes not. Poking out from the bottom are a set of papercliped sheets labeled 'Arkham Sonata'.