Post by Falsetto Claves' on Jan 26, 2009 22:17:32 GMT -5
Falsetto moved down the hall, gliding her fingers across the walls. Her father had ordered this music hall to be built for her mother, but they both had died due to a rampage in the streets. They were in a parade, right before the fires began...
Memories of being forced to hide in the dungeon, stung in her head, but she kept moving forward, toward the stage. She walked up the stairs just as she had been taught how to in ballet school, pointing her toes to the sides and balancing on her legs. There on the stage were, harps, flutes and, guitars, but what truly stood out to her on the floor was the white piano, standing, lonely, and unloved.
She brushed the keys with her fingers, wishing she knew them more. She wished she could lovely press them down in perfect harmony, like she had seen so many before.
She sat on the white bench next to it and stared out of one of the five huge windows on the east side of the hallway. It was filled with waving hills and trees. She sighed at the sight, wishing she were free to roam the plains like the birds of the air.
After gazing for so long, she got up and walked down the hallway, still remaining in her ballet pose. Leaning to open the wide door, she heard a sound come from behind her. The sound was all too familier and seemed
Memories of being forced to hide in the dungeon, stung in her head, but she kept moving forward, toward the stage. She walked up the stairs just as she had been taught how to in ballet school, pointing her toes to the sides and balancing on her legs. There on the stage were, harps, flutes and, guitars, but what truly stood out to her on the floor was the white piano, standing, lonely, and unloved.
She brushed the keys with her fingers, wishing she knew them more. She wished she could lovely press them down in perfect harmony, like she had seen so many before.
She sat on the white bench next to it and stared out of one of the five huge windows on the east side of the hallway. It was filled with waving hills and trees. She sighed at the sight, wishing she were free to roam the plains like the birds of the air.
After gazing for so long, she got up and walked down the hallway, still remaining in her ballet pose. Leaning to open the wide door, she heard a sound come from behind her. The sound was all too familier and seemed