Fifth Melody [Video]

[Well, hello Johto. Today the comm is greeted with the late-evening sun over Violet city, and then a brief whirl over to...a guitar. Not just any, though. A lovely, deep blue, six-string Spanish guitar sitting comfortably against a park bench. There's a delightful noise behind the camera, as if the holder himself is taking in the sight dreamily.]

Okay, Alto. Take the 'gear for a second.

[The camera moves around, eventually showing the face of a Ralts before being moved back to view the bench and guitar...and Demyx moving over to it. Demyx takes a seat on the bench, grinning almost maniacally.]

So, today I got somethin' in the mail. Somethin' I half wasn't even expecting. Val, Lea, this one's for you guys.

[Demyx takes up the guitar, slowly letting his gloveless hands run over its surface. He takes a small breath, and then...

...Something magical happens. Demyx's hands fly over the strings, repeating the melody of the song in the background he's been listening to for the past several days. Rhythmic snaps between chord progression, cheerful plucks and pickings at the strings, his expression is ecstatic, the picture of childlike joy in being reunited with his medium of true expression.

He stops, and lets out a dreamy sigh. If he could only put this feeling to words, this unimaginable joy, this pure and beautiful thing welling up inside his chest after so very long without the means to make truly beautiful music.]

...Oh, yeah! Flute-guy, if you're still interested, I've got my instrument!

[He flashes a cheesy grin, then motions for Alto to cut the feed.]