we tend to be paranoid in our own ditzy way .

"Close your eyes, open your ears. As I pluck my strings for you to hear. A song for you that I have made. Hush and listen to my Serenade." Music soothes and bonds and breaks. It opens new doors and exits through them. Music gives hope and love regardless the stakes. But sometimes it tells a story of mayhem. A story involving syncing hearts. Bonding them or breaking it into parts. Can a girl find love or will she find sorrow? Will she be able to soar above or be washed away into the narrow? Will our dear Alys be able to find the ONE through the path she made? Or will she never be able to sync with her Serenade?

Little Jenn is all grown up. What happens when her brother and his friends come back from college to meet up for her graduation and little reunion of their own.

STOP! Good. Now I've got your attention. Open the door. No, not your door. But this door. Not a physical door either. This door is called Story Door. Open it. There is no turning back. Welcome. Didn't say I didn't warn you. -M