She stumbled, one side of her world now a perfect, empty quiet.
A concentrated wave of grey shot toward Cat Noir. Ladybug didn’t think. She leaped, shoving him aside. The wave caught her left ear.
She threw it. Not at Maestro Mute. At the grand piano on the stage. The yo-yo struck the lowest key. The string inside the piano vibrated. And because sound is just vibration, and silence is just the absence of it—the piano sang. Miraculous- Tales of Ladybug Cat Noir
He understood. He ripped it off, threw it to her. She caught it, struck it against the piano’s frame. A high, clear G.
She looked at Cat Noir. “Together?”
He nodded, raising his staff like a baton.
He held out his hand. “Dance with me? The orchestra is playing a waltz. And I think you’ve earned it.” She stumbled, one side of her world now
Marinette laughed—a real, full sound. “Maybe she’s just good at pretending.”