I get the feeling that I'm a pretty damn cool person...
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Music Cures the Broken <OPEN> « Thread Started on Dec 22, 2008, 2:37pm »
Walking around the tiny suburban area of Forks, she was glancing through every window for a piano. Music was a favorite of hers, and she had a bad habit of breaking in to people's home and playing their pianos. It was incurable, and she still didn't feel like going back to Alaska, although her family was probably missing her. Hmmph. Her row with Eleazar had sent her to Forks for a while while she recovered herself, and she was having way too much fun in this sleepy little town to go back to the endless white of Alaska. Being away from Eleazar was nearly unbearable, even with its benefits.
She spotted it, a beautiful glistening cherry piano. Her eyes zeroed in on the name on the head. Lyon-Healy. One of the best. She stealthily climbed the lattice and up to the chimney, feeling like an idiot. She checked that it was wid enough, and slid through the chimney into the house's grate, thankful that the family who lived there obviously didn't use their fireplace much. She checked her pine-green sweater dress and white ankle boots for soot, straightening her dark hair.
In her eagerness, she flashed to the piano and sat down delicately. Her hands found the keys and her mind reeled back to when she was sixteen back in Barselona, her hometown in Spain, and piano lessons with her mother. The sheet music seemed to pop up in her mind's eye, and she began a spirited tarantella, and then a sonatina by Clementi. She also started a Bach prelude, followed by Fur Elise by Beethoven. Carmen ended her solitary concert with a Debussy.
She felt her dead heart sting as she ended Clair de Lune, remembering how she had played that for Eleazar before they had gone to the Edward and Bella's wedding. Her sharp ears caught the sound of a car door slamming and rough, human voices shouting something about a phantom pianist. She laughed a high, bell-like laugh and scribbled a note on a piece of paper she had in her Gucci messenger bag.
Thank you for allowing me to play this wonderful instrument. Maybe humans aren't so bad after all!
Carmen laughed again as she pinned the note to the piano and shot up the chimney.
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