I walk into a fancy restaurant with a piano sitting in the middle while tables surround it. In a way I ft sorry for the piano. It was just like me, gathering up dust. I walk up to the piano and run my fingers across it, feeling every slick key.
My teacher used to secretly teach me piano when it was just me and her at...home. I loved it, the piano was beautiful and the sound it made was enough for me to fall in love. I remember everything she taught me, I even made my own music. For a few minutes I forgot where I was and why I was here. I sat down on the stool and placed my fingers correctly on the keys. The song I played was something I has created, it showed my greed and unhappiness but there was a twinge of hope in it yo.
It was if I were in a trance, the music flowed through me and made me feel as if I were soundly floating on a bed of water. My fingers moved from one key to the next creating thee melodic sound, the music echos through the room . My eyes close and I sway to the music, tears unconsciously stream down my face.
I wrote this song when I was left home alone by myself, It's called dream, I filled this song with every sadness and hopelessness feeling that filled my heart. People may think I'm depressed, but their is a difference between being broken and being dead on the inside.
The song ends and my fingers stop moving. I sit with my eyes closed not wanting to leave the peace I have created. The room is silent, not even the clinking of forks and spoons on plates can be heard. Just dead silence. I open my eyes slowly and look at the people watching me intently, some even have tears in their eyes.
Nervousness is what hits me first, then embarrassment, then regret. I shouldn't have done this, what was I thinking. I stand up with my head down so my hair is covering my face. As I am leaving a chorus of claps ring out feeling the room. "Bravo, that was beautiful, truly beautiful!" they cheer me on. I can't help the small smile that sneaks its way onto my face.
YES I KNOW THIS IS SHORT BUT ITS EITHER THIS OR NOTHING AT ALL :) A VOTE AND COMMENT WOULD BE NICE. UNTIL NEXT TIME LADY DEATH SIGNING OFF :P BTW THAT WOULD BE RAVEN IN THE FUTURE PLAYING THE PIANO
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Alone
Roman pour AdolescentsRaven is 16 about to be 17, her parents are very wealthy and hard workers but they pay no attention to her. being the middle child sucks, and so does being alone. Having no one to confide in is hard. Also when the people you call family doesn't even...
