081: inspiration

Gracefully, she brushed her auburn bangs from her eyes with her fingertips. Bright, eager eyes half-focused on the notebook in front of her, as the product of her labors droned quietly through headphones--so quietly that none nearby could even hear.

It's missing something, she thought, and knew the reason why; no matter how hard the composer tried, her eyes would drift to the entrance, as a smile of anticipation and even hope would emerge.

Upon seeing him walk through the door, the composer beamed. Frantically, she set to work on the song; at last, her muse had arrived...