She struck the fork against his staff. The purest A she’d ever heard bloomed in the space between them. It wasn’t loud. It was true.
“Totally! Just testing the floor’s… absorbency,” she squeaked, face burning. She could smell his cologne—cedar and something sweet. Miraculous- Tales of Ladybug Cat Noir
He held out his hand. “Dance with me? The orchestra is playing a waltz. And I think you’ve earned it.” She struck the fork against his staff
For once, her heart didn’t stutter. It simply sang. She took his hand. And as they swayed to music that had almost been lost forever, Marinette realized something. It was true
A swarm of rose-gold notes—not ladybugs, but musical notes—rained down. Instruments restrung themselves. Voices returned. The erased lullaby flooded back into her ear, and she wept a little, silently.
Then she saw it—the gala program, fallen on the floor. On the cover: a single image of a violinist, bow raised. And next to it, the word: RESONANCE.
He raised both batons. “Now, little bug, you’ll watch your city forget music forever. Starting with him.” He pointed at Cat Noir.