Rhythm Thief belongs to SEGA and the songs that Tara sings here are not mine. They are English translations of Hatsune Miku's songs. Tara belongs to me. Enjoy :3

Chapter 2

There were five people on stage, setting up the speakers, four people doing Tara's hair, and 10 people setting up the tree. "Is 4 people really necessary?" Raphael looked at the people doing Tara's hair. "I've been asking, but they don't respond." She stood up, and then they stopped working and walked away. "Finally…" A man walked in and ran over to Tara. "Miss Tara! Your dress is ready." She picked up the dress and looked at it. "Isn't this a bit short?" Next he gave her a pair of boots as tall as her knees. The set was silver and blue, like everything else. "I'll be right back." She took the dress and boots into her dressing room. "So you know what you're getting for me for Christmas yet?" Marie asked. Raphael smiled and nodded.

A woman came running in yelling, "The dancer can't make it! We need another dancer!" "We don't have time to find another one!" a man yelled back. "Well, we promised a dance and a song!" "Well, find another dancer quick!" The woman turned to Raphael and Marie. "Any of you know how to dance?" Raphael looked frowned and responded. "I do." "Do you dance well?" "Yes mam." "Well you're dancing today." Raphael didn't look pleased but accepted. "Do you have your costume?" "Yes." The woman thanked him and walked away. Just when the woman walked away, Tara walked out of her dressing room. "It's not as long as I thought…" Instead of reaching her ankles, it reached her knees. Her guitar hung from the straps. "Do you happen to know the dancer?" Raphael and Marie exchanged looks. "No." They both said. She put on her mittens, scarf, and headphones. It was still a bit early. So they had a practice run. Tara played her guitar, she didn't sing because the song was a surprise and lots of people gathered to listen. Raphael memorized the rhythm and began to formulate a dance in his head. Marie had to agree that Tara did do a good job, saying that she had mittens on. When the song ended, she took off her mittens and replaced them with gloves and slipped on her sleeves, with were detachable. "Miss Tara, what is the song of your second song?" She frowned. "I had to play 2 songs?" "Yes, didn't someone tell you?" 'No, but I'll think of one." She began to play a different melody. Again, Raphael thought of a second dance.

When it was show time, Tara had three songs prepared. She memorized her opening, main, and ending songs. She practiced 3 times. She was ready. The announcer said her name and she walked out, all smiles, in her normal clothing though. She waved and started to sing and play her guitar.

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Since when did our hands start drifting apart?
Even the words we speak were lost
I look at your side when we walk together
I just didn't make it obvious

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The meaning of those tears flowing down your cheeks
This stupid me still don't know
On your back that walks away
I only whispered "I'm sorry"

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In the puzzle-like future we have assembled
The piece we have lost, I wonder where it belonged

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In the midst of loneliness, this tainted heart
Floats on a pure white void
In this room where only emptiness remains
Are your memories that gently go around

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The days stretch like rubber
We were laughing with a hoarse voice

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The shape of my heart that had changed
You forcibly try to adapt it to you but
It hurts; it is painful. You wound it

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In the midst of loneliness, this tainted heart
Floats on a pure white void
In this room where only emptiness remains
They gently go around

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Let's find our shapes
Even if we won't be in the same world
The pieces of the days we laughed and embraced
Hold them tight in your sleep

She waved and bowed. The crowed clapped, including Marie and Raphael. The woman walked up to Raphael and said, "You ready yet? You have to dance in the next two songs." Raphael nodded and dragged Marie backstage. Tara was too busy to notice them. She was walking around being followed by her hair and make-up group. When she was called up next, she was ready; she again entered all smiles and waved, now wearing her winter dress. Then they called me up. I used my Phantom R disguise. Of course, I never told them my name. When Tara saw him, she was puzzled, but picked up her guitar and started.

Everything went well on my dream, and I awoke to find

My brain environment occupied by an unidentified object called love, and then

My torn-in-two mental environment

Could never controlled by existing capacity, therefore-

Among those speeches of miscellaneous, ambigious and innocent sensationalism,

Somehow, the soul searches for eyes to know where's here

Everything is dubious every day, and then, like that, you know, Good bye Baby

My heart consists of two sides of realism and escapism

"Is there something good?" I asked to the opposite of myself

I ask myself, you tell me, you ask me here and there, AAAA

Anything, anywhere, anyway, anyways, anyhow,

It's time to fly away right now!

Binding them forcefully

Pasting over the retina

Now you can fall in love

I miss you, with you, nope!

Phantom R perfected every move. Tara perfected every word and note. Marie cheered the loudest from backstage. "I didn't know you were the guest star." "I was called in last minute." He smirked. "Marie, can you play this last song? I need a violinist to accompany me in this song." Marie smiled. "Of course! Can I practice here first?" Tara nodded. Marie played the piece perfectly. "That's perfect, but you can you play it a bit faster?" Marie nodded and played it again. "Like that?" "Yeah."They all went onstage and began.

Like sorrowful, falling, lying snow, it's too bright

Like a fragile, melting sound, I bear not cry

I thought it was nothing

But in fact, I feel pain and strain

Being tired of going up long stairs

I thought I could finally see you

I can't accept the disappearance

I can't help it, so let's hear this song

What are you doing now? What do you want to do? I am here

I send you the message, I loved you

I mean, I love you

What are you doing now? What do you want to do? I am here

I send you the message, I love you

Like sorrowful, falling, lying snow, it's too bright

Like a strong living flower, please be happy

When they finished, they bowed. They all went backstage, except Tara. "Great job," everyone kept saying to them. Just when the clock struck 12 o'clock, they heard Tara's guitar play one final note. "Anyway, here's your gift Marie." Raphael gently kissed Marie's cheek. They both blushed madly. "That's funny, that was my gift too." Marie did the same. "Told you." Tara said giggling. He changed into Phantom R. Let's go see the tree. Just when the stepped outside they heard Inspector Vergier. "Phantom R! I have got you now!" "Got to go!" Phantom R raced away. Tara swiftly turned into Silent Ghost and grabbed Marie's right hand. "Let's go." "But… I can't do all that…" Silent Ghost rolled her eyes. "Let's go." She started to run. When they finally caught up to Phantom R, they slowed down. "Turn right." "Why?" "Just turn right." They took a right and arrived at a large apartment. "Go inside." They went inside and raced up the stairs to room 12. Silent Ghost took out a key and unlocked the door. The apartment was as large as a house itself. She quickly locked the door. "They won't find us here." She sighed and turned back into Tara. "Welcome to my room." "Looks more like a house." There were music papers everywhere and a grand piano and a guitar in the center. "Yeah, it kind of does." "The Mona Lisa you stole, you do know that isn't real?" "I figured that out when I looked at it again. Da Vinci's green was darker." "You found that out just by looking at it?" "Yeah. I think they're gone now. It's getting late, you guys should go home." "… Ok, let's go Marie." "Good night Tara," Marie said sleepily. "Night. Wait, I'll take you home, because I brought you here in the first place. Sorry but this might hurt a bit." She smiled and everything turned black.

When Marie woke up, she was in her room, surrounded by presents. "Oh! I forgot today was Christmas." She went down stairs greeted by Alfred. "Good morning Miss Marie." "Good morning Alfred, Marry Christmas!" Marie said in a cherry tone. "To you as well, the duchess is waiting for you." Marie thanked him and went to the kitchen. "Good morning Marie." Duchess Elizabeth said to her daughter. "Good morning mother, merry Christmas!" Duchess Elizabeth smiled and sipped her tea. "Eat your breakfast Marie, someone told me to tell you to meet them at the tree in town." Marie finished fast and rushed to the Christmas tree in town. "Morning Marie, merry Christmas." Raphael said as he approached Marie. "Merry Christmas to you too, Raphael." She looked around. "Where's Tara?" "She needed to get ready for another concert. Want to go?" Marie nodded and they headed to the Opera House. When they entered, the man asked them for their tickets. "They're with me." Tara said as she entered. The man let them in and Tara took them upstairs. "So you went to see my next concert?" "Well we didn't have any other plans." Raphael responded. "Where's your guitar?" "I'm playing the piano today." "Oh, I haven't seen you play the piano yet!" Marie said cheerfully. "Anyway, merry Christmas." They walked backstage and a group of hair stylist made Tara sit down. "That's why I hate it back here." Tara mumbled. After they washed, styled, and dyed her hair they finally let her go. Her hair was in a messy bun to the side. But instead of being white, it was jet black. There were some white streaks in her hair. She sighed and looked in the mirror. "Black hair. That's a first." She picked up a rose and stuck it into her hair. She walked into her dressing room after. "She doesn't seem too happy about this concert." Marie said in a soft tone. Raphael shook his head. "Hey you two! Can you help me with this?" The man was trying to move a grand piano to the main stage. Marie and Raphael joined him but didn't do much good. In five minutes, the piano was only half way there. By the time the concert was about to start, the piano was only 2 inches away from its main spot. They decided to leave it there, because it was close enough. Tara rushed on stage and sat down in front on the piano and started to play Moonlight Sonata. When it ended, she waited a few second for the clapping to calm down, and started to play Rondo alla Turca. A few hours later, she took a bow and silently went backstage. She changed and walked back to her apartment, in silence.