Hidden In The Dark (IN EDITING)

Rock N Roll

Just as any sane person would do in this situation, I explored!

There were so many room, all magnificently huge and completely black, I thought it was utterly preposterous that every room was all the same color and bare of any signs of life. And it gets worse! If I thought it was weird that everything was black, I was surely mistaken when I decided to take a peek in the cabinets and refrigerator in the modern kitchen and found that there wasn't any sign of food.

Who doesn't keep food in their kitchen?

Vali.

Oh and that's not even the best of it! The library was marvelous, black, but very marvelous indeed. From the black bookcases that reached all the way to the top of the ceiling, to the black tufted chaise lounges scattered around in an orderly fashion. My hands delicately traced over the large black terrestrial globe, then the celestial one followed suit.

It was special, its vacancy and mysterious ways drawing me in deeper and deeper the longer my eyes searched across everything. And to add a beautiful bow to the perfectly wrapped present, there was a shiny brand new black grand piano in the corner. My fingers itched to touch the white keys on it, which was the only other color in the whole penthouse.

I sauntered over to it, my eyes not leaving its elegance throughout the whole escapade. When I reached it I took a gentle seat on the black patted leather bench, my hands skimming over the cold white ivory keys that sat uniform-like before me.

I hadn't played one in years, my mother always made me try new things, and it was either piano lessons or violin lessons. I slowly place my fingers in between keys and gently start to press them after a moment of hesitation. Don't get me wrong, I was no professional, but I will say it isn't the worst thing I've ever heard. In fact, I was actually proud of myself for remembering the keys and hand placements after so long.

Pern by Yann Tiersen echoes through the library, reaching the spine of every book and every piece of fabric that wraps around the lounges. The high walls amplify the sound, making it seem even more beautiful than it already is. The cold keys kiss my fingertips in a delicious soft spoken way, the kind that makes goose bumps arise on your skin and a shiver go down your spine like electricity.

When the song finishes I make my way out and continue my adventure, a pretty long if I do say so myself. Rooms and rooms never ending, I question why there is so many for just one person...one person who doesn't seem to live here. My interest piques to the max when I find a room filled with black recliners and a huge screen that covers the wall.

I find the remote and turn on a movie, sitting down in the dark calming room. The movie doesn't turn out to be that great so I make my way back to the living room where an idea sparks in the walls of my brain, a huge smile spreading while my eyes wandered to the TV. I opened YouTube on the smart TV and turned the volume up pretty high before dashing up to my room and changing into a more comfortable outfit consisting of a night shirt and shorts.

Oh yeah I forgot to mention, my room is huge and black...of course, and all my clothes are here, curtsy of Vali.

I pull up my high socks and more or less slide down stairs back to the TV. If someone were looking into my eyes right then as I chose the song, they would probably see the mischievousness on my face and the sparkle in my eyes.

I typed in an old song and position myself on the open hard wood floors, my head dropping down ready to pick it up when the singing began.

I listened to the beat and lifted my head, my voice turning into a rough male voice, "Just take those old records off the shelf, I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself." The remote was in use of my microphone, my feet sliding back and forth across the floor while my face contorted into what you would think was the look of pain if you didn't know what was going on.

"Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock n roll." My head swung as if I was dead, my limbs moving on their own to the song.  The moment felt monumental, the city lights breaking through the glass and filling the room with a beautiful illumination that drew your eyes to it.

"Uh Miss?"

"Aaghhhh!!!!!" I was in mid slide when I heard a male voice, littered by wise age, behind me. My foot slid out from under me, making me slip up and crash down on my back with a loud thud...followed by another crash. I let out a groan and realize the second crash had come from the remote that I had thrown at the intruder.

When reality struck I rushed sitting up and started quickly crab walking backwards, feeling my bottom drag across the floor. "Who are you?" My voice rushed out, sounding weak at first but the strong towards the end.

"I'm Wendall, Miss." Dear lord, his poor soul, who would be that delirious and selfish to name their child Wendall. That name doesn't even sound like a first name, I wonder what his last name is.

"Why, may I ask, are you here?"

"Oh my apologies miss, I'm the butler." His face was kissed by age, smile wrinkles at the sides of his mouth while crow's feet occupied the skin at the corners of his eyes. He wasn't that tall either, his slim figure was about a couple inches bigger than mine, and of course more masculine. I couldn't tell every detail of his appearance because of the lack of actual light, but I could tell he was wearing a cliché butler outfit with shiny black dress shoes.

"Oh."

"Yes and you must be Miss Maraigne." I looked at his out stretched hand then down realizing I was still on the floor before shuffling quietly to my feet. I grab and shake his hand, the unusually warm skin is different than the rough long cold fingers I had felt in the past couple weeks.

"That I am." His head bowed, followed by my question,

"How long have you been here?"

"I have just arrived to complete tonight's favorable tasks before I head home." A breath releases from my throat, it was already more embarrassing than I would like to admit. Though if he would have seen everything I would collapse dead on the floor from embarrassment, leaving him to scoop me up and shove my corpse down the trash shoot.

"And how often do you come here?"

"Every day Miss."

"Adequate. Well I hope we become good friends during my stay."

"I look forward to that." We just sat there looking to each other, his eyes glancing up and seeing what song was playing on the TV.

"Err, wanna have some fun?"