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Are Serenades Still Popular?It was a strange sight indeed. People were stopping in the streets or poking their heads out of their houses. Some had their eyebrows raised, others were laughing, but all of them were dumbfounded.
Here was the man most feared in Storybrooke, standing in the street, wearing uncharacteristically faded jeans and shirt, with a guitar strapped to his body, and a vase of roses at his feet. He positioned his guitar, ready to play.
Everybody watching winced. He was going to sing. The world must be ending.
One week ago
"Oh, you're sorry?" Belle snapped. "Just leave."
Gold gripped his cane tighter. "What can I do " the words died away.
Belle glared at him. It sent shivers down his spine. Someone next door had the radio on at full blast, the music filling in their silence. Belle tilted her head to it, and her mouth curved into a smirk.
"What?" Gold said, although he had an inkling as to what it was.
He closed his eyes. This cannot be happening. "No."
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