Story Dump

Your Lie in April (Recreation)

This was basically a recreation of one of the episodes from Your Lie in April. I did change some things, but it's basically just a rewrite in story format. I mostly did this to work on details and descriptions, but I got a bit lazy at the end. I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Ribbons of gold light shine through the windows, every color dancing and intertwining with the sounds of music. I can still here the ringing of the last piece in my head, the vivid memory of the passion and devotion in every note. Passion so pure and true... It made my heart pound. Everyone watched with baited breath as she pressed each key, each note. She was flawless. Her silky brown hair seemed to float slightly as she bobbed her head; her entire being seemed almost unnatural. I could hear her screaming with every note: Listen to me! ...And everyone listened. Her music had touched their hearts.
"I wish I could play with such devotion", was what I thought as I started to enter the stage. As soon as I took two steps on that stage, everyone fell silent. I could feel my heart pounding again, the anxiety getting to me. I can't back down now! Everyone is counting on me... She's counting on me.

I took a deep breath, trying to remember the passion of the girl before me. She had no fear in her eyes, she just wanted to make music.
I too, can make music... I too, can play with passion! And I want their eyes to sparkle by the time I'm done!

With that, the battle begins. My fingers fly from one key to the next; I know this piece by heart. There's no way I can mess this up. I slam down each note, trying to force the same passion into my sound as the girl before me. It's as if her energy is still lingering in the piano. I can still hear each note.

I look up for a single moment, and something in the corner of the theater catches my eye. I can see Chelsey's glowing green eyes staring at me. The subtle sheen reflects my fearful face. Her tail flicks to the beat like the empty ticking of a metronome. My heart pounds faster, all the assurance and confidence I had gained was vanishing into thin air. I'm going off tempo—I can't focus!
Mom is sitting near the black cat, a disgusted frown crossing her lips. My hands are shaking and my palms become sweaty; I'm losing the battle.
I'm falling into the ocean again, the keys lose their glimmering sound. I pound the keys harder—but I can't hear a thing! Notes fly off the score sheet, and the beautiful white of the piano turns black as coal. I clench my teeth, only hearing empty clicks as I press down on the keys. No matter how hard I press down, I can't hear it.
Her cold, dead breath crawls down my neck as she places her hands on my shoulders. She whispers something in my ear, and the piano explodes into a cloud of black dust.

I let my hands fall to my sides.