She threw the tuning fork into the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!”
A swarm of rose-gold notes—not ladybugs, but musical notes—rained down. Instruments restrung themselves. Voices returned. The erased lullaby flooded back into her ear, and she wept a little, silently. Miraculous- Tales of Ladybug Cat Noir
When the light faded, the gala resumed. And Marinette found herself backstage, leaning against a wall, still trembling. She threw the tuning fork into the air
He helped her up, smiling. “You’re the only person I know who could make tripping look like choreography.” and she wept a little