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Waking up in a strange place was always a little unnerving. It was still dark, though the room had no windows in it. Teller knew that Ello wouldn't just leave him be, with the lights off, if everyone was already up. Tugging his phone from his back pocket, he clicked the screen on, but when it didn't light up, he realized that his phone had died. 

Guess I won't be getting in contact with Mr. Canzoni this morning. 

That meant that he'd have to go back as soon as he could. Sighing, he pressed his phone to his forehead. Better to go now then to keep him waiting even longer and risk a worse punishment. He didn't want to leave the front door open, though. 

Alright, let's see if someone might be awake so that they can lock it... and maybe let me borrow their phone to call a taxi. He was just walking around the couch to do just that when he realized that calling on someone else's phone wouldn't even work. Yes, let me just have your phone and walk away with it so you can't hear me talking, don't worry, I'll bring it back, just like I brought back Tay-Yun's things. 

Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Teller decided to just go relieve himself, then figure out what he was going to do. He finished quickly and washed his hands, then face, but couldn't think of any way to leave without one of the boy's help. 

He was about to just go back and turn the TV on low, when he heard a sound coming from down a different hallway. Narrowing his eyes in that direction, he realized that there was actually a bit of light coming out from beneath one of the doors. 

Go back to the couch... or bother a random member of the band. 

He had never been very wise in his decision making, so when he hesitated for a moment, his feet decided to move him toward the small bit of light. Stopping in front of the door, he reached up to knock, but hesitated again. 

What if they just sleep with the lights on? Or fell asleep doing something? 

His knuckles rapped on the door quietly, but when he got no response, he stepped back and folded his arms over his chest. He could definitely hear music from beyond the door, but it sounded muffled, almost as if there was a sound room...

Of course. 

Without a second thought, Teller grabbed the handle and pushed it open slowly. Thankfully, the door didn't creak at all and he entered the large room silently. White was the color of choice for the walls and the furniture was a mix between grays and dark reds. A few random paintings hung on the wall, all of which involved music in some way, but besides that, and a large glass coffee table in the center of the step-down area, there was a surprising amount of free space. 

Walking along the outside of the room, away from the sunken den with all of the furniture, Teller took in the area with only half his attention. As he got closer to the far side of the room, he could hear the music a tiny bit better, but it still sounded way too far off. 

"Oh." 

Turning the corner to look behind what looked to be an alcohol bar, he came across a set of tight spiral stairs dropping downward into the floor. A sound room... down those stairs? How could that have even been possible with such a tight fit on the steps. Of course, he realized a moment later, as he began to carefully descend them, that there was likely another entrance and this one was just for personal use. 

He crouched on one of the higher steps and peaked down to see what was on the floor below. Teller grinned when he saw a thick pane of glass off to the left down a short hall that lead to a large pair of double doors. They were cleverly painted to blend into the wall color. Scanning the rest of the room, he noted a few tan armchairs and one long tan sofa, but what caught his eye was what was in front of the sofa. Like several of the rooms upstairs, part of the room was sunken in by a few small stairs, making it feel a bit bigger than it was... even though the room was actually giant. Nestled in front of the furniture was a large, white, grand piano. 

His heart sped up just looking at it, an eagerness he always felt when he wandered upon instruments welling up in his chest. He'd always wanted to try playing, but no one in the band ever let him near theirs, and he didn't have the money to even consider a small, cheap version of an instrument. 

Would they mind if I tried playing? 

Slowly making his way down the stairs, Teller kept an eye on his surroundings and made sure that he still heard music coming from the sound room, but kept far away from it to keep from being noticed. 

Once he stepped down into the den area, Teller felt a bit more relaxed. He paced for a few moments before finally making himself walk over to the piano. It was in pristine condition and absolutely gorgeous. 

Looking over his shoulder, he pursed his lips and listened as the music continued from the sound room. Just a few minutes, then I'm leaving. He told himself sternly as he sat down on the comfortable bench. The keys called to his fingers, drawing his right hand up to gently press down on one of the white bars. He didn't know what key it actually was, because even after joining the band, he was denied any kind of actual musical training, besides better controlling his voice, but as he pressed it down until its sound chimed, he knew right away where he'd heard that note in a million songs before. 

His other hand rose to settle on the keys, his pointer finger pressing down as the one on his right hand lifted. The note was just as familiar, but he could place it as being a little deeper than the previous one. They were a few spaces apart on the piano, and as he began to press keys in either direction, he quickly noted that every single time his hands got further away from each other, the sounds got deeper or higher. 

Of course, he'd assumed that was how it worked from watching Davis play, but to confirm it felt amazing. Teller's mind appreciated how things worked, from the basic simple things in life, to the intricate, mind-numbingly complicated.  

He spent the better part of an hour learning every single key, what sound it made, where it was placed in accordance to the others, then what sounds each made when combined with different other keys. 

A huge smile stretched his lips as he played. Most new students would consider learning in such a way tedious and useless, as they wouldn't remember every single sound or space, but Teller had no problem forming a piano in his mind and placing each and every detail where it needed to go. 

By the time the blue clock on the far wall struck six, he had most of the combinations decently memorized. Sitting back, he licked his lips. His mind was buzzing with all of the different sounds as he replayed what he'd done on fast-forward over and over. 

Okay. A song...

Taking in a calming breath, Teller nudged aside the information he'd been working on and allowed himself to relax. The song that had been being worked on during the time he'd spent at the piano started up again, having stopped off and on for a few minutes here and there. 

Maybe I should try playing that? 

It wasn't familiar, but as he focused on the notes, he easily picked out their places on the piano keys and began putting the pieces together in his mind. After barely touching the keys for twenty minutes, Teller began to play small pieces of the song. He didn't start in order, but actually pieced together different stanzas as he went. Some parts actually didn't return to their normal spots in the song, but were changed slightly and moved to a place he thought they fit better. 

When he finally stopped, content with the song and panting quietly, Teller felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. I finally got a chance to play. Deciding not to push his luck any further and risk being found in an area he likely wasn't allowed, Teller stood and hurried over to the staircase. 

He got back to the sofa he'd slept on right as the clock on the DVD player showed 7:30 A.M.. 

No one is up still...

Dropping down onto the sofa, Teller let his eyes slide closed as he settled his head on the armrest, dozing off a few minutes later. 

"Hey, Tay-Yun." 

A soft knock on the glass of the sound room brought him out of his thoughts. He hadn't actually heard the gesture, but he'd seen the faint shadows moving, giving away that someone was there. He'd been up all night, but that was nothing new when he had a song he needed to get out of his head. It wasn't going too well, but he was making some progress. 

He nodded to Wan-Nu that the door was unlocked, and waited as he slipped inside. En-Ti appeared a moment later, then Sahn-Re, who still appeared to be half asleep. 

"What's going on?" He asked as he shut off the electric keyboard he'd been working on. 

Before he could even move out from behind it, Wan-Nu had his phone out and was pulling something up. "I saw something surprising on the security cameras earlier." He said, drawing everyone's attention suddenly, making them gather uncomfortably around him to try and see what he had pulled up. 

Tay-Yun recognized the tune of his new song right away on the truncated footage, but what shocked him was that it wasn't his electric keyboard making the sound, which he'd had running on repeat so that he could fill in notes and rerun each fixed version, but the grand piano that Teller sat at. He also began to pick up several small differences, and a few larger ones as the song continued to play.

When the video stopped, all eyes turned up to Wan-Nu. "She was playing for a long time before that, testing each sound of the keys... and she didn't even seem to know that there were pedals that could be used, too. I don't think she's ever touched a piano before tonight, boys." 

"So, she's some kind of musical genius?" Sahn-Re asked as he hid a yawn with one hand, then ran his fingers through his messy silver hair, just making it stick up even more. 

"I think it could at least be the reason why the man on the phone earlier wanted her back so desperately. Unless she'd somehow gotten to the sound room while I was in the bathroom around one  this morning, she couldn't have even seen the music in my notebook." Tay-Yun added as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

En-Ri seemed the least surprised by the news, but he did look upset. "I don't want to give her back to that man." He stated with a calm determination.

They all looked at each other, then back to the clip, which was beginning to repeat on mute, from the security footage. 

"He's going to hurt her, guys. He even promised to do so over the phone." Sahn-Re said quietly, his normally cheerful disposition lost in the heavy atmosphere. 

Wan-Nu stopped the clip and slipped his phone into his pocket as he blew out a stressed breath. The man was barely thirty-five with a full head of styled brown hair. He looked after his band as if he were one of them, and they relied on him, too, but...

"We can't just take her, and you saw the way she reacted. Yes, she knows she's going to get hurt, but there's a reason she's going to go back, and unless we do something stupid and illegal, we won't be able to stop her." He said, hating that he couldn't do anything.

Tay-Yun nodded after Wan-Nu had finished speaking. "He's right. She's not mute, either. Whoever called her is holding something big over her. She's going back, and considering all of the shows and our upcoming recordings we have to get ready for, we can't afford to pry into her life." 

Sahn-Re stepped forward, clearly frustrated with Tay-Yun's answer. "So you're saying that we should just ignore her? She's getting abused and we should just look the other way?" 

En-Ri stepped between them before Tay-Yun could reply. Putting his hands on Sahn-Re's shoulders, he gently pushed the boy back until there was a safe distance between the two. 

"Tell her that you'd like to help, but he's right. We know nothing about her besides where she came from and we have no proof of what he's doing to show the police. A black eye doesn't mean that he gave it to her. The man that called clearly controls her somehow, and we just don't have the time right now to push into someone else's life, especially if they refuse our help, which she is likely to do." 

Sahn-Re spun around and stomped from the room, earning a head shake from Wan-Nu as he turned his attention to the other two boys. "She still has your things, Tay-Yun... or, I bet you, the man who called has them. You have a reason to stay in contact with her." 

Tay-Yun glared down at his electric keyboard. "I'll watch her, but I'm not interfering. Once I get my things, I'm backing away from the situation." 

Wan-Nu gave his shoulder a squeeze and nodded. "Thank you. She's asleep upstairs right now. I'm going to go wake her up and see if she'll eat, then we'll take her back." 

Tay-Yun simply returned the nod before sitting back down at his keyboard. 

Right as Wan-Nu was walking out of the sound room, Tay-Yun spoke up quickly, but didn't take his eyes from the notebook he was writing in. "Send me that recording."