Hai!!! (^o^)/
I haven't posted in a long time... Anyways, thanks for your wait!
Though I still have writer's block, I have some stories developed in my book of writingsssss!!
Enjoy this one shot! THE PIANO AND I (PART 1)
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GASP.
The woods would be a mysterious place but not as mysterious as the stage with a lonely piano playing with no one around to touch the smooth wooden keys or to listen to it’s lovely voice. My eyes scanned the piano behind to see if it was recorded by someone that I would know but my mind concluded that our recoded piano was placed in the lounge, where the guests would enter.
Small tiny movements twitched every time I tried moving a muscle. My mind prayed and hoped that it wasn’t ghost. The function of the mind started terrifying my body, stiffening every movement I try to do. My feet, slowly and carefully stepped back one by one as the muscles tries to expand so that I may escape.
Suddenly, the curtains tangled my feet and tipped me over. The ghost slammed the piano and in an instant I shut my eyes.
Lord, save me…
…Nothing happened…
My eye lid lifted a bit as my brain sent me images of scary faces that can pop out any second and kill me.
“ヤ！(ya!)” I winced at nothing.
My hands embraced my body, waiting for something to occur. Instead, the piano started playing a familiar piece that was relaxing and smooth. A gust of wind blew through my hair, telling me to go to the piano.
I lifted my head and saw the warm-welcoming piano.
Come… A whisper in the ear.
I dragged myself, half scared, to the piano. My fingers glided across the grand piano and I took a seat.
Memories recalled as my thumb was set on Do. The second on Re, the third to Mi and so on.
Do-do, fa-fa, sol-sol, fa—… Twin-kle, twin-kle, lit-tle, stars… How I wonder where you are~.
My left hand followed my right hand, backing it up with the lower notes. After the easy version, the piano followed up and played Mozart’s difficult piece. My hand was guided, as if I was the one playing. It was amazing, the coordination of the sounds.
After playing, I scanned the piano and saw a code on the side. The code was: ‘- .... . / .--. .. .- -. --- / .- -. -.. / ..’
In the corner of my eyes, I saw the time and to my distress, I had five minutes before the school closes. My hands grabbed my bags and I rushed out of the theatre.
