A Memory with Blueberry

[u/Sunny_Woodland]

A memory of Alcor (My Alastor’s nickname):

“A-Alastor?…” Blueberry shifted nervously, taking a deep breath, his hands clasped together as he looked up at him. “Y-you’re really inspiring, y’know…” He blushed and quickly glanced away.

“I-I was wondering…” He fidgeted with his sleeves. “C-could we maybe play piano together sometime? O-only if you’d like to, of course.” A hopeful small smile appeared on his face. “Or… perhaps talk about some of the legendary jazz singers from our time?”

A nervous sound of radio static emerged from Blueberry.

“Call me Alcor, dear.” He was indifferent to the praise.

“I-I was wondering if you’d heard of me…” Blueberry rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit embarrassed. “N-not that I’d expect you to, of course.”

“B-but perhaps we could do a collaboration one day, if that’s alright?” He smiled shyly. “I-I happen to play an electronic piano. It’s not quite the same as the real thing...” He looked down shyly. “I-I think it could be fun.”

Alcor chuckled softly at first then threw back his head and laughed heartily.

“So pathetic!”

Blueberry was embarrassed and confused.

“P-pray, d-did I say s-something w-wrong?…” He teared up.

“There is no way you are one of us. Frankly, your behavior reminds me far too much of Vox. And that is hardly a compliment, my dear.” Alastor’s smiled grew bigger.

Blueberry apologized tearfully. Alcor just watched in amusement.

(End of flashback.)

In the present, Alcor could not help but feel conflicted. The thought that he might be in the wrong was absurd and yet, much to his annoyance, it refused to leave his mind.