http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5159901/1/Rhapsody
http://twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=6762
Official Description: A reclusive, idiosyncratic composer and a beautiful, eclectic dog walker cross paths for six months without ever meeting. What happens when they work up the courage to talk to each other? BxE, AU/AH *Rated M for some mouth trash and lemonade*
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WindyCityWonder says: “Five seconds was enough. Five seconds would never be enough.” Edward, Rhapsody, Chapter 1.
It’s like saying “Oh, Windy. 500 words on Rhapsody. Go.” It should be enough, but it’s not. It never will be. Mostly, because of how fucking in love I am with this story and the woman who gives us the glory.
In a style that cannot be imitated, Annanabanana takes a seemingly simple plot and weaves it a fashion that at the very least leaves the reader satisfied and begging for more. Edward is a reclusive composer. Bella is a bohemian dogwalker. They savor the same moments from their separate days; those they share in an elevator. While I’m on it… WARNING: Rhapsody will cause a completely justified obsession with elevators. Moving on.
Anna’s Manicward is beautiful and tortured, with a heaping helping of fuckhot. His habit of self-pleasure (post-Bella-elevator-dates) is not just a sexy read, but when analyzed, an incredibly in-depth look at the motivations of his character. I told Anna once that although Manicward is all kinds of fucked up, very “Lubed and Self-Loathing in Las Vegas;” his portrayal is not only strikingly original, but well executed.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again; I’m a firm believer in writing what you know. Aside from a few exceptions, I have yet to read a fic that handles a musically based character as well as Anna has Manicward. She gets it. She sees it. To read her words, her description of the musical connection between Edward and his idea/fantasy of Bella, it’s impossible not to feel those notes, to feel what he is feeling, and to feel what Bella is hearing. It’s flawless and it’s fucked, and to me…that’s perfect.
I adore Rhapsody Bella. She’s eccentric and impulsive, while somehow managing to remain reserved and just a little bit awkward. She keeps her dog-walking job just to continue lurking outside apartment 702 for a private corridor piano concert. She wears band shirts and has tattoos. A love for Cake, Dead Kennedy’s and poetry. Plus, she can cook, dammit. I think I even want to fuck her a bit.
The collision of chemistry and conversation between B/E has me constantly trembling from the inside out. Anna has the words that are wired straight to the twitchery of my clittery sitchary. I thought my lady bits may leave me to run off and live with Anna after a certain elevator exchange. Aside from her obvious talent for pieces of citrus pie, I want to bathe in the words she brings to life. They’re poetic and descriptive, and the experience of reading Rhapsody is nothing short of addicting.
Good writers make you see. Great writers make you feel. Annanabanana is a great writer, and Rhapsody is a great story.
Now, go read while I wait patiently for my date with Manicward at The Garlic Clove. He’s running late. Probably washing his hands.
MF’er says: Oh dear HotElevatorGuy *fans self*… My girl 3wolveshirt, whom I work with every day and who usually gets her recs from yours truly mentioned to me about a month ago about this fic… and since I had just finished reading Anna’s one-shot entry for the Tattward contest, Sleeper in a Clone Suit (which was fricking brilliant, btw), I decided that I needed to add this one to my list of things to read as well.
A few weekends ago, I settled in to read and sweet jesus, HotElevatorGuy… who is obsessing hard over the mysterious Dog Walker whom he manages to “bump” into during specific times when he knows she’ll be there during the week, he will make you swoon… hard. He admires her from afar and she becomes his muse (in a really naughty way) and he finds himself unable to do what comes most natural to him, composing music… without her. While the mysterious Dog Walker (Have to point out that the dog is appropriately named Jake) is also admiring HotElevatorGuy from afar, she spends her days working several jobs and on the days when she swings by the building… she’s captivated by apartment 702 and the music that filters outside. She spends hours getting lost in the sounds… and wondering just who the ‘old man’ is behind the door. She contemplates knocking but decides against it.
These characters are so drawn to each other before they’ve even officially met and once they do, the magnetism that draws them even closer together is so powerful. You can feel the intensity and emotion in the writing. As time passes, we get to see them through a few casual meetings in the coffee shop and the park… Which leads to some of the best freaking UST and dreams… and elevator encounters I have ever read. They share poetry and music and it’s, ungh… beautiful, seriously. It will leave you hoping for a happy ending and that they can get past everything and just be.
You’re truly missing out on excellent writing, well developed characters and a fantastic story if you’re not along for the ride on this one. 
Kassiah says: What can I add to follow up to WindyCityWonder and Madame? I just want to say that you should read it. Not because it meets my 5-chapter rule *wink* and is fuckhot but because it is simply amazing. The way he thinks is just so awesome:
As she kissed me deeper, her tongue pushing passionately past my lips, swirls of music swelled into elegant patterns inside my head. All I could do was feel. Feel the diaphanous cotton fabric of her dress, the cushioned velvet lips pressed fiercely into my mouth, the milky skin of her arms under mine. Then my fingers skimmed down her back, ghosts of currents tingled the tips like electric plasma filaments restrained by a brittle glass globe. I palmed the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass, and, bending my knees, smoothed down further to her lean muscular legs.
The only other thing that I can say is “Elevator.” Yeah. You definitely need to read this, right now.
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