╭────────────── 🐇📚⏱️ ──────────────╮ ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 7.5 THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR THIS REALLY HAPPENED — NOT AN AUTHORED EVENT ╰────────────── 🖊️📚🐇 ──────────────╯ I was doing the most dangerous thing known to man and rabbit: minding my own business. I was organizing Justin’s canon. I don’t usually get this much time to read! Oh, I read a wonderful story lately. Tragic! Absolutely tragic! A boy! A man! A red mask! And Arthur and— OH! and I made the best carrot cake. I put it in the fridge. Well, it was in the fridge. It might still be in the fridge, but it might not be upright anymore because the fridge is on its side because the bridge. THAT bridge. I had notes on the fridge. Oh! NOTES! Oh no. No notes. No notes?! Where are the notes? Justin? Where are the notes? Justin, did you disappear? Where, where, where are the notes?! The bridge is going straight up to your door. Oh. Oh! Well, then! I’m coming to get you! The story is behind, things are late, and canon cannot wait! Justin! Stay where you are! Or don’t stay where you are. Actually, yes, stay where you are. I’m coming upstairs! ✦ 🐇📚⏱️ ✦ ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 7.5 · EPISODE 1 ✦ ⏱️📚🐇 ✦ ————————————— “NO NOTES” ————————————— ✦ 🥕📝🌉 ✦ FIND THE NOTES · FETCH THE AUTHOR ✦ 🌉📝🥕 ✦ [Intro] [brass stabs, fast tempo] No notes, no notes, no notes, no notes, no notes! No notes, no notes, no notes, no notes, no notes! [Verse 1] [baritone male vocals, orchestral strings] Where's the boss? I'm at a loss. Wait, am I the boss? No! Justin is the boss! White rabbit here, oh dear, oh dear, Registrar of unconverted canon. Dream job in Justin's fandom! [Chorus] [full ensemble, big band brass] No notes, no notes, none came down! Not one scrap to be found! From upstairs, not a sound! Not one here, that's quite queer! [Verse 2] [staccato woodwinds and strings] He sends me notes of things he wrote, Which shelf to raid, which song gets made. This is my home, I'm not alone, The author's upstairs, I don't go there! Books on floors, books in drawers, Rabbit holes and corridories! This is our burrow of borrowed stories! [Chorus] [full ensemble, driving percussion] No notes, no notes, none came down! Not one scrap to be found! From upstairs, not a sound! Not one here, that's quite queer! Justin, Justin, did you disappear? [Bridge] [tempo slows, rubato, soft strings and woodwinds] Old dust hangs heavy from the beams, Bold little mice live in the seams. Books choke every hall, Loose pages climb the wall. The drawers refuse to close, Something tickles my little nose! [tempo accelerates, brass builds] The whole burrow is fit to burst! This is getting worse! No notes, no notes, none from you! Nothing from... [vocal run] A-choo! [Action Sequence] [fast tempo, chaotic brass and percussion] Bang! Crash! Something smashed! Boom! Pow! Holy cow! Ring! Ting! Oh no, I stop and blink! Was that a clink? A bridge? A bridge? Oh no, the office fridge! My carrot cake! [dramatic orchestral swell] Ooh, that bridge, it split the wall, It crossed the hall, it goes upstairs. Oh dear. The author's door, the second floor, I've never been, I've never dared, But that bridge, it goes straight there! [Final Chorus] [full ensemble, fortissimo] No notes, no notes, none came down! Not one scrap to be found! From upstairs, not a sound! I'll grab Justin, he won't ignore me! I'll drag him back to the burrow of borrowed stories! [final brass chord, cymbal crash]
