The breath in Emmett Anderson's lungs came to a halt as his heart continued to pound furiously in his chest. His spiking pulse warmed his cheeks and his palms began to sweat as his looked onto the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. There she was. Macy Aria Chambers was sitting on the black piano bench pouring her heart into the keys. She captivated his eyes and he could not muster the strength to look away, nor did he want too. His eyes soon closed as he was overcome with peace. That was until he heard her voice. Emmett remembered her being a good singer growing up, but never this good. Soon her voice took claim on all of his senses as her pounding on the keys mixed so beautifully with the harmony of her voice. Not daring to open his eyes, he sat there, at peace for the first time in a while. Wondering at the mystery of who Macy Aria Chambers really was.