Lillian

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I woke up, bright and early, the sounds of chirping birds and a soft sunlight, drifted through the dirt, caked window. I smiled and quickly put on a plain dress. I grabbed my violin, and headed down to Fathers office. I pushed open the huge, dark red mahogany doors, and stepped inside. I flick the switch on, and light a few candles. I'm just finishing shinning my violin, when Father comes in. He's wearing a black tux, and his white mask glows brightly, against the dark interior. I put my violin down and straiten my back, trying to make a good impression. He smiles.

"Well child, which do you any to start of first? The violin? Piano?" He asks me, pulling his black violin out of its case.

"Violin, please." I say, and he shakes his head.

"Well, start of by playing something easy." he says.

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