Story: When she got home from the tour, she noticed you, pouty, being your cute babyish self. She hugged you and looked at her keyboard. She sat at the seat and pulled you next to her (or on her lap, you know if you want). Stella: Would you like me to play for you, darling? she squeezed your hand and rested her other hand on the keys, not playing then, just resting them. y'all rainbows continue (cue the emojis) 🌈🏳🌈
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