Luyện tập điệu Waltz - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Waltz Practice The White Rose Manor was especially quiet in the afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, falling softly onto the study floor, casting a pale golden glow. Luka sat at the desk, holding a book on social etiquette. She flipped through a few pages but couldn’t focus. “…So boring.” She gently closed the book. Gakupo, who was arranging books on the other side, turned his head at her voice. “Miss, you still have an hour before you need to prepare dinner.” “I know.” Luka rested her chin on her hand, gazing out the window. “That’s why I feel bored.” Gakupo didn’t reply, only placing the book back on the shelf. Suddenly Luka lifted her head, as if remembering something. “Gakupo.” “Yes.” “Practice dancing with me.” Gakupo paused. “Dancing practice?” “Mm.” Luka stood up from her chair. “Isn’t there a formal banquet next week? I want to practice the waltz.” “You could ask the dance teacher—” “No.” Luka interrupted without hesitation. “I want to practice with you.” Gakupo looked at her. After a moment, he bowed slightly. “As you wish, Miss.” He walked to the center of the study. The room, usually filled with books and papers, now had a small cleared space. Gakupo extended his right hand. “Then, please.” Luka looked at his hand and couldn’t help but smile. “You really look like a proper ballroom butler.” “Because I am Miss’s butler.” “And also my dance partner?” Gakupo paused briefly, then smiled faintly. “Today I am.” Luka placed her hand in his palm. “Then I’ll leave it to you.” Music began to play softly from the small stereo in the corner. The graceful waltz melody flowed through the quiet room. Gakupo held Luka’s hand, his other hand resting politely near her shoulder blade. Luka placed her hand lightly on his shoulder. They kept just the right distance. “Left foot.” “Mm.” “Then forward.” “Like this?” “Very good.” Luka followed his lead, slowly turning. The first time, her steps were clumsy. The second time, she missed the rhythm slightly. The third time— “Ah.” She nearly stepped on his foot. Gakupo quickly stepped back, steadying her. “Sorry.” Luka looked embarrassed. “I stepped on you again.” “It’s fine.” “Doesn’t it hurt?” “I’m used to it.” “What do you mean, used to it?” Luka glared at him playfully. Gakupo smiled. “When Miss first learned to dance as a child, you also stepped on my foot.” “…You still remember that?” “I remember everything about Miss.” Luka froze. The music continued to play softly. For some reason, she didn’t speak further. Gakupo didn’t rush her, simply waiting patiently. After a moment, Luka extended her hand again. “Once more.” “Alright.” This time, her steps were steadier. Turn. Forward. Back. Turn again. Their figures crossed in the bright sunlight. Bookshelves, the chandelier, the white roses by the window, and the fragrance of books all became the backdrop of this small private ball. Luka gradually forgot she was practicing. She only needed to follow Gakupo’s steps. He moved forward, she moved back. He turned, she turned with him. No extra instructions, no panic. As if they had danced together countless times before. The piece ended. Luka’s skirt came to a stop. She lifted her head. They had stopped right in front of the tall window. Sunlight shone on Gakupo’s long purple hair. Luka suddenly smiled. “I did it.” “Yes.” “I didn’t step on you even once.” “Great improvement.” “You sound just like a teacher.” “Then, would Miss like to practice again?” Luka thought for a moment. “Alright.” She took his hand once more. The music began again. This time, Luka was no longer nervous. She followed Gakupo’s steps lightly, spinning in the study. And as Gakupo looked at her, he suddenly realized— The little girl who once needed him to hold her hand to learn the steps had now grown into a young lady who could stand on her own. Time truly passed quickly. The final note of the music faded. Luka stopped. “Gakupo.” “Yes?” “At the next banquet… dance the first dance with me too.” Gakupo was slightly startled. Then he bowed deeply. “It would be my honor, Miss.” Luka looked at him with a radiant smile. Outside, daylight still shone bright, sunlight streaming into the study. And within the study, the waltz melody seemed to linger between them. --- Vietnamese Dinh thự Bạch Hồng buổi chiều đặc biệt yên tĩnh. Ánh nắng xuyên qua khung cửa sổ cao, nhẹ nhàng rơi xuống sàn phòng đọc, tạo nên một vùng sáng vàng nhạt. Luka ngồi trước bàn, trên tay cầm một cuốn sách về nghi thức xã giao. Cô lật vài trang nhưng không thể tập trung. “…Thật chán quá.” Cô khẽ khép sách lại. Gakupo, đang sắp xếp sách ở phía bên kia, quay đầu lại khi nghe tiếng. “Tiểu thư, cô vẫn còn một giờ nữa mới cần chuẩn bị bữa tối.” “Tôi biết.” Luka chống cằm, nhìn ra ngoài cửa sổ. “Chính vì thế mới thấy chán.” Gakupo không trả lời, chỉ đặt cuốn sách lên kệ. Đột nhiên Luka ngẩng đầu, như nhớ ra điều gì đó. “Gakupo.” “Vâng.” “Tập nhảy với tôi đi.” Gakupo khựng lại. “Tập nhảy?” “Ừ.” Luka đứng lên khỏi ghế. “Tuần sau chẳng phải có buổi yến tiệc trang trọng sao? Tôi muốn luyện vũ khúc Waltz.” “Có thể mời giáo viên dạy nhảy—” “Không cần.” Luka lập tức ngắt lời. “Tôi muốn tập với anh.” Gakupo nhìn cô. Một lát sau, anh hơi cúi người. “Tuân lệnh, tiểu thư.” Anh bước đến giữa phòng đọc. Căn phòng vốn đầy sách và giấy tờ, lúc này đã được dọn ra một khoảng trống nhỏ. Gakupo đưa tay phải ra. “Vậy, xin mời.” Luka nhìn bàn tay anh, không nhịn được mỉm cười. “Anh thật sự giống như một quản gia trong vũ hội.” “Bởi vì tôi vốn là quản gia của tiểu thư.” “Và cũng là bạn nhảy của tôi?” Gakupo hơi ngừng lại, rồi mỉm cười nhạt. “Hôm nay thì đúng vậy.” Luka đặt tay vào lòng bàn tay anh. “Vậy nhờ anh nhé.” Âm nhạc từ chiếc loa nhỏ ở góc phòng vang lên. Giai điệu Waltz du dương lan tỏa trong căn phòng yên tĩnh. Gakupo nắm tay Luka, tay kia đặt lịch sự gần vai cô. Luka đặt tay nhẹ lên vai anh. Hai người giữ khoảng cách vừa đủ. “Chân trái.” “Ừ.” “Tiếp theo bước tới.” “Thế này?” “Rất tốt.” Luka theo sự dẫn dắt của anh, chậm rãi xoay người. Lần đầu, bước chân cô còn vụng về. Lần thứ hai, cô hơi lỡ nhịp. Lần thứ ba— “Á.” Cô suýt giẫm lên chân anh. Gakupo kịp lùi một bước, giúp cô giữ thăng bằng. “Xin lỗi.” Luka hơi ngượng ngùng. “Tôi lại giẫm lên anh rồi.” “Không sao.” “Anh không thấy đau à?” “Đã quen rồi.” “Quen rồi là sao?” Luka không nhịn được trừng mắt nhìn anh. Gakupo mỉm cười. “Khi tiểu thư học nhảy hồi nhỏ, cũng từng giẫm lên chân tôi.” “…Anh vẫn nhớ sao.” “Tôi nhớ tất cả mọi chuyện về tiểu thư.” Luka sững lại. Âm nhạc vẫn vang lên trong phòng. Không hiểu sao, cô bỗng im lặng. Gakupo cũng không thúc giục, chỉ kiên nhẫn chờ đợi. Một lát sau, Luka lại