wtae (kinda, im competing for a custom)

Instructions

STORY <3 Two angelic cats sat rigidly on the marble floor before their God. Their eyes were closed. A set of quints and a cymbal sat before the darker cat, while a bass drum and a snare drum sat in front of the lighter cat. They didn't move at all, not even to flick their tails; one could assume that they were sculptures, given to the God to scrutinize. With a scowl and a sigh, the large cat above them lifted their paw. In synchronization, the two cats on the ground flicked their wings, tilted their halos, and the sticks began to play on the drums as directed. The music began with the quints doing taps on the smallest drum. 1.. 3.. and-1.. it rang out. For four measures it did this. Followed by the snare drum, which tapped eight notes. The bass drum began hitting on 1 and 3. The cymbals crashed on 1 and clicked on 2, 3, 4. The music swelled, growing more complex the longer they played. The snare tapped faster, sixteeth notes, then thirty-second notes, like someone running from a storm. The quints became just as frantic, making sounds like falling rain. The bass drum boomed louder, like thunder. The cymbals crashed, which sounded like lightning. The music built up, filling the room with a dark and wild hopefulness. The God's glowing red eyes widened at the music. It filled them up and spilled into their eyes. Their tail swished to the tempo of the music, crackling electricity. Actual thunderclouds rumbled above them all, unthinkingly guided by the God. The music became quiet, though none of the instruments stopped. Gently, it carried the wind through the God's fur, who purred quietly at the pleasant coolness. The two cats still had their eyes closed, furrows between their eyebrows. Slowly, each instrument stopped. The cymbals lay flat on the ground. The bass drum became soft and distant, then quieted altogether. The snare slowed back into eight notes, then tapped into silence. All that remained was the gentle, rain-like sounds of the quints for a moment. The two cats relaxed slightly. The quints ended on the smallest drum, tapping 4-and-1, then coming to rest. The sticks stilled, then dropped to the ground. The thunderclouds above dissipated. The God looked down at the twins, a scowl no longer present on their face. In fact, they looked delighted. "My! You've really done well with your magic. What are your names?" The two cats opened their eyes, blue and purple. "I am Major," said the blue eyed cat. "I am Minor," said the purple eyed cat. "My name is Music. I think you two would be an excellent addition to my band. Thank you for presenting yourselves to me." The cats bowed respectfully, sharing a smile. This was all they had ever wanted.