Voices from Heaven (
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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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[Indeed! Most of the drawers will just contain generic papers that don't mean anything, countless memories of homework assignments that Kurt has wiped from his mind.
But in one of the bottom drawers, under a few of those papers, there is exactly one record to be found. It has a scratch across it, and right underneath there's a flyer for a Sadie Hawkins Dance at Bayville High.]
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Is this it? This is the only thing that looks like a black disc that I could find.
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You got it, dude!
That one's kind of sappy... but if you're cool with that, let's rev that baby up!
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It's just music. Besides, I'd like to hear what music from Earth sounds like.
[It takes her a second to work out where it goes, but after that she places the record on the record player and pushes the on button. ... That'll work, right?]
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[He smiles.
And so, the record spins and a song starts playing. A song that can be heard in the background here.
As the song plays, Ahsoka will find herself slowly being immersed in the memory of the dance. The sights, the sounds, the human-looking Kurt dancing with a lovely young lady.
"Sorry about the gloves. Oh, I feel like such a dork! I mean, getting a rash the day of the dance... must be my nerves!"
"I think they make you look handsome and debonair!"
"Really? You don't think I look like a butler or something?"
Her giggle sounds even more musical in his memory. "No. I'm glad you came with me."
"Well I'm glad you asked."
The memory fades out for the moment as the song continues playing, but another memory will come later in the song if it keeps playing.]
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When Ahsoka speaks up again, her voice is softer.]
... She seems nice.
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And as the music picks up again, the more memories flow through. The dance continues.
"Kurt... I have to confess something. I know about you. That you don't always look like this.
"Uh... yeah! I know. This is one of my good days! You should see me in the mornings."
"You know what I mean. The real you, that you hide. Ever since I found out, I can't stop thinking about you."
"Amanda! I don't know what you're talking about. I'm... I'm what you see. That's all!"
"Okay, Kurt. I can wait. Until you're ready to show me."
And so the image fades with Amanda holding an uncertain Kurt, and the record scratches to a halt.]
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... Did you show her? ... In the end.
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You know what she said? "Blue's my favorite color".
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Aww. When's the wedding? [Her tone is light-- teasing.]
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I guess you can say it's called off.
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...Things change. We were happy for a while, but... I guess it wasn't meant to be. Her parents moved far away with her, a-and we had to call it off...
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[She puts the record carefully back where she found it.]
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Which is to say, Ahsoka wanders around the room for a bit, giving that statement room to breathe, before saying:]
... I can't help but feel like there's another reason I'm supposed to be here...
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Idly, her foot scuffs through some of the papers on the ground, and she crouches down to inspect them.]
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The other seems to be a child version of this girl.]
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Is this... your birth mother?
[I mean. They're both blue. It's the logical explanation.]
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Yes.
[He answers that in a fragile tone and then looks away immediately.]
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[She stands and moves back over to rummage through some of the drawers, in search of some sticky tape.]
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She can eventually find some clear tape to use.]
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I guess it sucks when we can't easily define things though. Some relationships are just... like that.
[Eventually she does find the tape and sticks the photo back together.]
I don't even remember my parents.
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[Now that the photo's taped together, it may unlock a memory if tapped.]
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