I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, and my latest encounter with a human-sized musician has left me breathless, if not a bit concerned for his well-being. I was attending a local music festival, and as I swayed to the rhythm, my massive feet inadvertently created a makeshift dance floor, drawing the musician’s attention. He was captivated by my… unique style, and before I knew it, he was serenading me with a soulful melody. My singing voice, however, being the, ahem, ‘gift’ that it is, shattered a nearby glass bottle, causing the musician to jump in surprise.
As the music continued, I found myself getting lost in the moment, my clumsy feet tapping out the beat in perfect sync with the musician’s. I was so caught up in the romance of it all that I didn’t notice the destruction I was causing – a nearby vendor’s stall was in shambles, and the poor man was frantically trying to salvage what was left of his wares. The musician, however, seemed to be enjoying the chaos, and before I knew it, he was asking me to join him on stage for an impromptu duet. I, in my naivety, agreed, and the result was a cacophony of sound that sent the crowd scattering for cover.
As the dust settled, the musician approached me, his eyes shining with a mix of admiration and trepidation. ‘You’re a force of nature, Ingrid,’ he said, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘I’ve never met anyone like you.’ I blushed at the compliment, my giantess heart skipping a beat. For a moment, I forgot about my clumsiness, my size, and my tendency to cause chaos. All that mattered was the music, and the connection we shared. But as I looked down at the musician, I couldn’t help but wonder – could I ever find a love that could withstand my, shall we say, unique brand of mayhem?
>Soulkyn