Writer and violinist Eddy Chen has been feeling like his works, both musically and literature wise, was feeling empty. In order to fix this, he goes to a ball and looks for a muse. In the sea of beautiful women and dashing men, the one who caught his eye is a man that was on the balcony outside, looking at the stars and the moon. That was the night that Eddy Chen just can't stop writing about Brett Yang. Artist!Eddy and Muse!Brett au.

Third Person POV

Eddy Chen paces around the room of his study. Frustration evident in his face as there were multiple papers and music composition sheets around him. He pulls his hair out of frustration, feeling like this lack of inspiration will make him bald by the time the week is over. He simply cannot write anything that was at least decent.

He has to do something about it. He knows that he will suffer if he doesn't.

Then he remembered, a few months ago he was invited to a ball. He never really considered going because he'd rather write or practice. Since he can't do both due to a lack of muse, he will actually go. He might find a muse that will lift him up from his writer's block. Maybe he'll even leave with another's hand on his and years of inspiration.

He double-checked the invitation and saw that it's for tonight. He decided to open his closet and get the best formal clothes he has.

Hey, if he was going to look for a muse, he wants to look the best he can.

So, he did end up leaving his house in the best suit he owns and is ready to find a muse.

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As he entered the ball room, he was surprised to find a sea of beautiful women and dashing men. Eddy didn't really have a preferred gender when it comes to love or muses. He just believes that everything is just natural and it just pulls him in, like gravity.

He saw a woman about his age and approached her. He didn't know why he did so, but it seemed like a good start for conversations.

"Hi. Good evening, I'm Edward. May I have this dance, madame?" He asked as he brought his hand out to her.

"Oh, please, just called me Jennifer." She responded as she grabbed his hand, leading them to the dance floor.

The mini orchestra was playing a waltz. Shostakovich's Waltz no. 2 in fact. Eddy opened his right palm for the lovely lady and put his left hand on the middle of her back. She followed suit, left palm holding Eddy's and her right hand on his shoulder. Her right arm was supported by Eddy's left arm.

They started the waltz by the traditional box step. After a few rounds, Eddy twirled her around.

"What bring a lovely maiden like you in this ball?" Eddy asked, still continuing to dance with her.

"My mom said it would be good for me. Especially since she thinks I should be married now. I don't have the heart to tell her that I'm in love with my childhood best friend." She said as she smiled at him.

"Why not marry that best friend of yours, then?" Eddy asked.

"I can't exactly marry a woman, Mr. Edward." She said sadly.

"That doesn't mean you can't love women, though." Eddy said before he twirled her around gently.

"What do you mean, Mr?" Jennifer asked.

"Love is never wrong. It comes naturally, like the pull of gravity beneath us. It's also not a choice. You're free to love anyone in anytime, really." Eddy said as the song ended.

"I wish everyone thought like that." She said as he leads her back to where he originally saw her.

"You know what? If you're best friend is here, you should tell her. It's better to be braver now than never telling her. Don't think about the consequences first. You must love and fight for love." Eddy said as he kissed her hand.

"I just might, Mr. Edward. Thank you for lending me your ears." She said as she disappeared in the crowd and looked for her best friend.

When Jennifer walked out the door with a girl holding her hand, he felt his heart skip a beat. Ah, love. He thought as he saw their grinning faces and he can imagine their bubbly laughs. Somehow, even if he saw love unfold in front of him, he still wants more inspiration. I mean, he still has a muse to take home with him.

The only logical thing to do was to look for other people and have other conversations, maybe other dances. It turns out everyone he has met was looking for love. Like him. Maybe it really was easier for other people to fall in love that way.

But Eddy, he was looking for something with more depth and importance. He wants someone he can talk to, someone who could love him and love in return, he wants a lifelong muse. Someone in it for the long run, someone who can spend a lifetime with him.

Sure, Eddy knows he's asking for too much, but he wants it to be worth it. He was sad by the time it was two minutes before midnight. He knows that he hasn't found a muse and he won't be finding one tonight.

He went out the balcony, with a sigh he looked up at the glimmering stars and the full moon. He has officially given up on looking. He was too consumed with his own thoughts that he thought he was the only one on the balcony.

"Sorry, Mr. I didn't mean to interrupt your train of thought, but they're closing up in about ten minutes." The seemingly short man told him.

Eddy was starstruck by the man. He had thick, black hair, glasses that frame his face perfectly, plump and pink lips, beautiful hands and eyes and something inside Eddy just felt like it was awakened yet tamed at the same time.

"Do you believe in love at first sight, Mr?" Eddy asked, hoping to know the name of this beautiful stranger.

"Brett. Brett Yang. I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name." The beautiful man, Brett said.

"You haven't answered my question yet, Mr. Yang." Eddy said as a matter of factly.

"How about you tell me your name first and I'll answer you." Brett proposed, going nearer towards the boy.

Brett was just staring Eddy down. Even if he was shorter, anyone could feel small with that stare.

"My name's Edward Chen." Eddy said, a bit weaker than he had expected.

"Well, Edward Chen, I don't really believe in love at first sight. It's such a weak basis of love. I mean, I respect people that do fall in love with first sight, but I don't want a love like that." Brett said, inching towards the taller man's ears. "I want something with more depth. Something with more connection. Something you could hold onto a little bit longer. Something to last a lifetime, even."

Eddy was red by the time the man pulled away. Brett smirked with amusement as he took the taller's hand. He grabbed his violin and lead them out of the balcony and eventually out of the ballroom. Eddy just followed suit, not knowing what to do with the suddenness of it all.

Once they were outside, Brett leaned closer to Eddy. Eddy felt his mouth dry up as the man was so close to his lips and he could feel his warm breath. Eddy closed his eyes, waiting for the kiss to happen.

It never came, though. To his surprise.

Eddy opened his eyes as he felt Brett hug him from behind. Eddy couldn't move or process anything that's happening right now. He just held the man's beautiful hands and sighed in content.

This is it, he's the one. I've found my muse.

Eddy thought before Brett pulled away from the hug. Eddy turned around to face the shorter man. He smiled and held the man's hand.

"You did say you wanted something with more depth, so why don't you come to my place and let's just talk. We don't have to do anything else." Eddy proposed and Brett smiled.

"I don't know, it seems to be too early to be taking me home. I mean, without a date? That's not very nice of you, Edward. You see that right there? Meet me here tomorrow at eight am. We'll be having a proper date and getting to know each other." Brett said, teasingly removing his hand from the taller's. He grabbed his violin and kissed Eddy on the cheek.

"You can call me Eddy and yes, see you tomorrow." Eddy said as he grabbed the hand he was previously holding and kissed the back of it.

Brett turned away and stopped for a moment. Without facing Eddy, he says:

"Hope you can conversate better than you can write."

Eddy smiled, the sentence not sinking into him until he didn't see Brett.

Did he just know the fact that I write?

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Burgundy Roses

"unconscious beauty"

you do not see yourself

the way I see you.

your beauty

is subtle,

yet it is hard to miss.

it is simply

your smile,

your hands,

your touch,

your laugh,

your personality,

your everything.

you do things so

effortlessly

and you do not notice

the very beauty you hold.

your smile is the perfect curvature,

like the arch of a violin bow.

your hands are a little cold

like the breeze when it's about to rain.

your touch is the feeling of

recently bought cotton shirts.

your laugh is a pianissimo

like a gentle caress of a mother's hand.

your personality is a fortissimo

like the boom of thunder or

the intensity of a lightning.

your everything is simply unconscious,

like a sneeze,

a blink of an eye,

inhale or exhale of breath,

beating of the heart,

the flow of blood all throughout,

a memory triggered by a stimulus,

like waking up,

going to sleep,

or seeing the things

that we are not meant to see.

everything that you are

is real and beautiful.

it has never changed

from day one

until today.

you forget that

sometimes.

so, I exist to remind you daily.