Her fingers effortlessly touched the keys in such a way that made a beautiful tune. Soft, classical music filled the room, bouncing off the walls and kissing the ears of the audience. Her short hair curled around one of her ears, preventing it from blocking her vision. There was a loud ring that filled her eardrums, her fingers stopped, making the crowd whisper among themselves. Her hands covered her ears, a look of pure agony was etched onto her face. She dropped from the seat, curled up on the floor.
"Make it stop! Not yet!" Her haunting screams clawed on the walls of the room, leaving a sick feeling in the audience. Her screaming ceased, the whispers had died down and her body went limp... The sound of classical music sliced through the silence. The audience looked towards the piano, where the keys pressed down on their own, continuing from where the performer had left off.
