Chapter 5: Seeds of Romance

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Korra and her friends were having a few drinks after a great show.

“Now to post this thing on their website and wait for the results,” said Mako.

“As always Kora, you never fail to amuse the audience,” said Bolin.

Korra took a sip.

“I’ll drink to that,” she said.

She heard some music outside.

“What is that?” she asked herself.

She went utside and saw Asami playing her violin.

“Asami?” she asked.

Leslie and Newton saw her.

“What are you doing ex-first chair?” asked Leslie, “Now that you’ve been thrown out of the orchestra you’re gonna make your big debut as a street musician?”

“How sad,” said Newton as he pointed to another band, “Looks like you’re gonna have to wait til they’re done with their performance.”

“The great Ms. Sato, shot down by a group of performers that are superior,” said Leslie.

Asami ignored them and continued to play.

“Hey, I said stop!” said Leslie as she grabbed her violin and put it in the case, “You think somebody’s gonna cheer you up and give you any money for your shitty playing?”

“Like hell that’s gonna happen,” said Newton, “All you’re doing is annoying everybody with that!”

Leslie threw the violin case at a wall but the violin was unharmed.

“When professor Cowan expelled you from the orchestra, he meant that you have no talent and you should stop playing violin!” said Leslie, “And if people see you, they’ll still think you’re part of our orchestra.”

“If you really wanna play, do it where nobody can hear you!” said Newton, “Never let us catch you playing Violin again!”

Korra wouldn’t stand for those bullies.

She did a waterbending move and trapped them both with ice.

She then did another move to push them into a pile of mud.

People saw and started to laugh.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” asked Newton.

“I’m your worst nightmare,” said Korra, “Now beat it!”

“Whatever,” said Newton, “C’mon let’s beat it.”

The two of them left.

“You ok Asami?” asked Korra.

“I’m fine, thank you,” said Asami, “You sounded great up there.”

“Well thanks,” said Korra, “I’m happy you could make it.”

The two of them smiled.

“Korra, I think we’re gonna head in,” said Opal, “We’ll let you know if something’s happening.”

They all went in the van.

“So why are we leaving again?” asked Mako.

“You’ll see,” said Opal smiling.

Korra then looked at Asami.

“Well… if you’re not doing anything later, I’d like to walk you home,” said Korra.

“Sure,” said Asami.

The two of them were walking to her dorm.

“Wait… so your last name is Sato?” asked Korra, “No wonder why you’re so famous.”

“That’s right,” said Asami, “My late parents were musicians.”

“Ah,” said Korra.

“They always told me that I should open up to other genres, same with my professor,” said Asami, “Looks like they were right.”

“I think I recognized that melody,” said Korra, “That was Clocks by Coldplay right?”

Asami was surprised.

“You have quite the ear don’t you?” she asked with a smile.

“Well apart from water bending I listen to a lot of music,” said Korra, “It somehow helps me concentrate.”

“What does that mean?” asked Korra.

“It means if I’m happy my bending looks like this,” said Korra.

She started doing some waterbending moves that flowed with her emotions.

They looked happy and bouncy.

“But when I’m sad it looks like this,” said Korra.

She did a waterbending move that matched her sad emotion.

“That’s interesting,” said Asami.

“Although I’m a rock n roll girl, I also played some other genres,” said Korra, “My dad introcuded me to Yngwie Malmsteen who merged classical and rock together.”

“You know, I’ve never met somebody who was musical as I am,” said Asami, “Despite me being a classical musician.”

They made it to Asami’s dorm.

“Thank you for walking back with me,” said Asami.

“Oh, um… here’s your bra back,” said Korra as she gave it to her.

“Its ok,” said Asami, “You can… keep it.”

“Are you sure?” asked Korra.

“I have plenty of bras,” said Asami, “This one was getting too small for my boobs anyway.”

“So I guess I’ll see you around,” said Korra, “Before I go do you want an autograph?”

“Sure,” said Asami, “But where are you gonna sign?”

Korra signed her shirt.

Asami smiled and said, “I’ll see you later. Call me.”

Korra started heading back.

Asami smiled.

“I don’t think I’ll ever wear this shirt again,” she said to herself.

Asami then thought back to what Opal did back at the concert.

She then felt her own boobs.

“Are they really getting big?” she asked herself.

The next day she was with Mako and Tahno in her classical guitar trio.

“So I think it would be best if you place a Crescendo on measure 31, and a Decrescendo on 32,” said her professor, Varrick.

Korra didn’t have a paper, so she pretended to write something down.

“Korra, I saw that,” said Mako, “You seriously did not just pretend to paper something down did you?”

“Are you serious?” asked Varrick, “Seriously Korra.”

Mako and Tahno laughed.

“You’re not in the 6th grade anymore,” said Varrick.

Mako gave her a pencil and she put it down.

“Alright I think that’s enough for now fellas,” said Varrick.

Korra packed her classical guitar.

“Korra a word please,” said Varrick.

Korra stayed behind.

“Do you know why I called you back?” asked Varrick.

“I was working on something and I forgot to get a pencil for today,” said Korra, “But this’ll be the last….”

“This isn’t about being Organized Korra,” said Varrick, “Its about that upcoming Blue Moon Festival.”

He showed her the video he saw.

“Wait a second….” Said Korra.

“That’s right,” said Varrick, “I’m one of the judges of that festival.”

“Get outta town!” said Korra.

“I’m serious,” said Varrick, “I think you guys are gonna win, and if I were the only judge I’d say you guys go right in.”

“Thanks,” said Korra, “Apart from my recital I’ve been looking forward to all of this as well.”

“Good,” said Varrick, “Because I wanna start coaching your band to give the best damn performance in the world.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” said Korra.