Piper worked on her latest music composition, looping parts through her keyboard while adding another part on guitar.
An alien crashed through her door, blasters raised in tentacles.
“Ohmigosh!” squeaked Piper. “Are you abducting me?”
Hah’zul’s mission was indeed to capture her for dissection. If he brought her back within minutes he would receive a promotion. Back home he’d be hailed as a war hero. Females would flock to his pools. Riches would be his.
Or he could listen to this human’s beautiful music.
The decision was simple, really.
Hah’zul lowered his guns. “Would you play that song again?”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/06/27/29-june-2018/