🎹 🎼
The year's gone by, like rivers wide,
But I still feel you right by my side,
So tell me now, do you remember too?
That dream I once shared with you…
🎹 🎼
So if you have a minute, why don't we talk,
About that place that we once knew,
Where the sky was an endless blue…
And the world just slipped away,
In the quiet light of day,
I'll come right back,
Back to the place we once knew…
🎹 🎼
Ooh—ooh—ooh…
Aah—aah—aah…
Even though we're far apart,
Time won't steal, what's in my heart…
🎹 🎼
Ending the song on that note, Kyle's fingers lingered on the piano keys for a couple seconds.
Then he turned over to face his wife with a warm smile as he asked;
"So, what'd you think?"
A laughter full of mirth escaped Kyle's lips as he gently patted her belly.
"That's so sweet of you two. Daddy's very happy." he remarked with a fatherly smile.
"Oh its alright, dear." Kyle assured her, a thin smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
"In fact, it's especially because it's such a great song that I really want to have it bundled with the movie." he explained.
"Hollyweird's been in quite the drought of all things original for a while now. It'd be nice to give people something to talk about for years to come." Kyle concluded, to which he then asked of his wife;
"So, your highness…"
"…and highnesses…" he angled his gaze over to her belly, earning a chuckle from the lady.
"Do have any song requests? Anything at all, you'd like to hear?"
Nathan and Natalia kicked!
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{A Place We Once Knew} – (100%)
Of nostalgia. Of melancholy. Of grief. Written for [Lost Haven's] final scene, [A Place We Once Knew] by Kyle Kestis, employs nature as a metaphor to explore and convey a deeper context of layered emotions and a fitting end to a similarly compelling tale.
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Pedro betrayed his kidnappers.
Murdered them all in cold-blood.
With the entire city now out for blood, everyone he'd ever contacted, even anonymously, was pretty much a ticking time bomb.
So he diffused the bomb himself first.
Much like the ghost he was, he tipped the Morello Family of the kidnapper's whereabouts along with Alphonse's location using a completely different identity.
In return, Victor had done as promised.
Both the ownership of the orphanage and the $5 million in unmarked bills were sent to Pedro's alt.
Once again, Pedro was glad to see that his tactics had bore fruit.
It was pretty much the same tactic he had been using over and over again to instigate skirmishes between local businesses to take them over and it hadn't failed him thus far.
And that, exactly, was where he'd fucked up.
After all, the Morello Family, wasn't a small-time local business.
They were, by far, the biggest Mafia Syndicate.
And this, unsurprisingly, wasn't their first rodeo dealing with a ghost like Pedro.
{Lost Haven | 2nd of May 2024 | Act 4 | Scene 3 | Take 1}
Driving into the neighborhood in his Ford Model A, Pedro made his way through the familiar street to reach the orphanage.
Upon arriving at the now deserted orphanage though, he was met with a very oppressive and hostile sight.
However, before he could vroom out of the area, lest the Morello's dogs caught on to him, a bullet wheezed past him, shattering his front view mirror.
And then he heard the voice.
A familiar chilly voice laced with the slightest hint of delight.
"Get out of the vehicle." Victor commanded whilst leisurely exiting the doors to the orphanage.
His men had been sitting on the orphanage grounds in wait, anticipating the arrival of the culprit.
Hence the moment the vehicle was spotted, they'd alerted him.
"Fuck!" Pedro cursed in dreadful apprehension, a clenched fist banging on the steering wheel as he kicked the vehicle into full gear to bolt out of the area!
Seeing that their culprit wasn't compliant, Victor casually called out;
"Young."
Another bullet wheezed through the air.
This time, a tire popped like a balloon, its car wheel grinding the car to a halt in sparks.
Quite instantaneously, the smell of burning rubber permeated the air.
Soon after, a concussed Pedro, pushed the door open, staggering out of the vehicle as he tried to escape… only to collapse to the ground whilst hearing the one voice he loathed the most, speaking;
"Has anyone ever told you, what the definition, of insanity, is?"
The young man's vison faltered, his ears ringing and his head reeling in pain from the impact of being violently jumbled in his grounded vehicle.
Yet, even in his impaired state, he could feel that same subtle flicker of sadistic amusement in Victor's voice as his steps, echoed even closer.
Struggling to get up to his feet, blood leaking from an injury on his forehead, Pedro's coal-black irises, locked onto those Vic's unfeeling blue one, his sadism on full show as he bent down;
"Insanity, is, doing the exact same, fucking thing, over and over again, expecting shit to change."
"So, Pedro Martinez, did you really think you could hide all of your tracks from us by doing the same thing, over and over again?" Victor inquired, his fiendishly condescending gaze alluding to the elaborate trap he'd set to catch him.
"That said…" his voice trailed off afterwards, the trace of curiosity evident.
"I never forget a face." Vic continued, head tilted slightly as a sadistic smirk tugged on the corners of his lips.
"Especially, if they died funny by my hands." he added, to which he then dismissed perfunctorily;
"Well, no matter."
"I'll make sure of it this time." the Mafioso's voice turned frigid as he rose upwards, standing to his feet.
Pulling out his pistol, Pedro who could feel the cold hands of death, once again wrapped around his neck, pushed himself to run for dear life.
However, just before he could jump into the small river surrounding the orphanage, the crackling sound of a gunshot bled into his ears, the bullet hitting him squarely in the back!
Then another followed.
And another.
And another.
And another.
Slowly turning around, his movements seemingly paralyzed, Pedro watched as Victor stared at him from afar with those same unfeeling cold eyes.
The last bullet crackled through the air.
It ripped right through him, a deep patch of red, staining his shirt as he slumped backwards and lifelessly from the wooden dock, right into the body of water with a heavy splash.
"Tailslate and… Cut!"
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Upon hearing that, Aiden popped out of the cold, chilly water with a gasp!
Professionally, the stunt team on set had swiftly moved over to help him out.
And yet, waiting for him at the tail edge of the dock was Kyle who spoke;
"Boo."
"Dang it, Kyle!" Aiden yelped in fright… and fell right back into the river.
A boisterous wave of laughter cascaded across the entire set.
As Oliver watched from afar, he simply shook his head in amusement.
Granted he and his wife, Tiana, alongside the rest of Kyle's team— Owen, Gwen, Stuart, Camille and Miguel— had all showed up for the baby shower, they'd all been on a much needed leave at the time.
Due to the immense success of Kyle's second album 'Songs About Her', which had been a worldwide success, alongside filming [Epoch Two] and the first season of [The Promised Knight], and also the launch of [FortMight], Kyle had figured they really needed the break.
In any case, seeing that the first thing he'd met his ward doing was jump-scaring an innocent actor, the suave agent couldn't help but remark with an audibly amused tone;
"How typical…"
Then he angled his gaze over to the assistant whom was standing next to him and stated;
"Well Owen, looks like you've got competition."
"Thank heavens!" Owen declared, practically happy to have his boss focusing his efforts on trolling someone else and not him for a change.
Kyle on the other hand, upon seeing his agent, beamed from afar whilst waving to which Oliver reciprocated in kind.
Then he landed his gaze on his assistant, a slight, mischievous smirk curling on his lips as he waved, slowly and ominously.
Owen felt a chill run down his spine.
A second later, the assistant chuckled. Hopelessly.
"This is fine."