Red Gloves: Bad Romance

"I think I shall call the song, 'Bad Romance.'" Bran Don replies. Finally removing his gloved hands from his pockets, Bran Don produces a USB flash drive that had magically appeared out of nowhere. "This contains the sheet music for my song." Bran Don informed Stephanie. The boy failed to notice as many years' worth of music knowledge and experience poured into his head, granting him songwriting abilities and piano playing skills. Stephanie accepted the device from Bran Don's gloved hand. "Thank you," she said. "Once we reach HQ, we'll have this printed for you as soon as possible." "Any chance that you it could be printed on fuschia-colored paper?" Bran Don asks. He was acquiring something of a taste for the unusual and the avant-garde, and bizarre sheet music seemed oddly appealing to him. He smirked as Stephanie considered her response. "I'll see what we can do." came Stephanie's reply. Meanwhile, Mary maintained her pursuit of the luxury vehicle.