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I haven’t posted a chapter in 3 weeks… I HAD WRITER’S BLOCK!! 🙁 So I decided to take a small break and find my story’s next chapter elsewhere… and this is what I came up with. 😛
Chapter 20: The Girl and the Piano
A piano could be heard playing throughout the halls of Evil, comforting those who heard it. It was a soft, melancholy melody, as if the composer was a delicate flower that was slowing decaying petal by petal. All the Evil students wondered who could be sophisticated enough to play such an instrument with poise and grace, where they found it, and how they stayed so well hidden from the Nevers searching for the anonymous pianist. They finally burst into the room where they music was coming from, but didn’t see anything. The room was empty. All that filled it was the sad melody, but as soon as they opened the door, it drifted away, as if it was escaping into the school and evaporating. Throughout the School for Evil, many started to cry. Even teachers and the toughest Nevers started to tear up. The song that had drifted away had infiltrated their hearts. As the Nevers went about their days, they could not get the melody out of their heads.
Sierra set down her fingers. After playing the piano for so long, her fingers began to hurt. It surprised her how suddenly the keys wouldn’t play, as if they were glued together by some invisible substance. Since the moment she stepped into the room, she had noticed that the piano was peculiar. It looked like it hadn’t been played in years, and yet was perfectly tuned. Sierra liked to wander the school hallways during free times; it was interesting to see what the School for Good had to offer. Perhaps secret passageways, hidden codes, or paintings meant to be long forgotten? She did find, however, the piano. It wasn’t a GREAT mystery, but a mystery nonetheless. What was a piano doing in some obscure room in Purity tower by itself? She always liked the piano, though, it was a fine instrument. Her mother taught her how to play something similar, so she got the hang of it quickly. Playing the piano was a relief to Sierra. As soon as her fingers touched the keys, she felt herself relax. It was almost as if the piano was comforting her. She almost started to cry as the notes coming out seemed to say “it’s alright.” Sierra was tired of talking to people to only be the third wheel, she was tired of Pearl leaving her at lunch to go work on “special projects,” and she was tired of not having any special Ever talent. A small tear appeared on one of the keys. She played it. It wasn’t stuck, and it made her feel all the better.
The next day during lunch, Sierra walked up to the room in Purity tower where the piano was. She began to play, and felt more comfortable playing the instrument. Her hands started to move more smoothly, and the notes came to her naturally. She began to laugh and sing along with her tune that flowed out of her fingers. After she had finished playing, she turned to the piano.
“Thank you,” she said.
Sierra could’ve sworn that the piano smiled, if that was even possible.
For the next week, Sierra abandoned lunch and any other free time that came her way to visit the piano. Although it was crazy, she found herself talking to it, and even crazier, she felt that it heard her too.
“I really enjoy playing you, piano,” she stated one day.
The piano creaked in agreement.
“I wonder what I should play. Do you have any suggestions, piano?”
The piano squeaked.
“Alright, then, sunshine it is.”
Sunshine was what Sierra thought of as she played the piano. It seemed that in some way, what she thought affected her music. She thought of sunshine, warmth, hugs, compliments, and-
Sierra stopped. She heard a noise, not from the piano.
“Did you make that noise, piano?” she asked.
The piano groaned.
“I guess not then,” she replied, and began to play once more.
Summer days, blue skies, sunsets, and-
Sierra heard the noise again, but kept playing softly.
“What is that noise, piano? Do you know?”
“Talking to yourself?” a voice asked from behind.
Sierra abruptly stopped playing and tried to remain calm.
“No, no, you can keep playing; I was just wondering who you were talking to,” the voice said genuinely.
“The piano?” Sierra asked tentatively.
“Hm,” said the voice, like it wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.
“Go ahead and make fun of me. I don’t care,” Sierra said, just in case the voice’s brain was considering it.
“Why would I make fun of you?” the voice sounded a little offended.
“Because I’m doing something that is unusual, and that usually leads to teasing,” Sierra stated.
“Hm.” The voice seemed to like to say that.
The piano filled the silence with a haughty creak.
“Do you like to talk to the piano?” the voice behind her asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Then I will never make fun of you for it,” the voice seemed satisfied.
Sierra felt that the voice was a sensible person, so she decided to believe it. For some reason, she didn’t want to know who the voice was, so she asked them not to show themselves.
“Why?” the voice asked.
“I feel like it would… ruin things,” she replied, “Please.”
“Alright,” the voice said kindly, “Close your eyes, and open them in one minute.”
Sierra closed her eyes. She felt the wind as the person passed her.
“I would,” the voice whispered in her ear, “like to hear you play again soon.”
And then it was gone.
Sierra opened her eyes and stood up.
She patted the piano and smiled.
“I’m glad I found you here.”