Dedicated to Elizabeth, because I stole her name.
Her fingers danced on the piano, coaxing a beautiful melody from the grand instrument. Bliss...... She loved this feeling of satisfaction. Hearing the music and knowing it was her, and her alone, who could produce such gasps of astonishment from her captivated audience was food to her starved soul. It was the only time she could be herself. Music was her joy, her life, her everything.
That was before her mother took it all away.
