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Scanned, re-read, and redefined as of 6/21/14.
Closet full of Laughs
"You don't even look up at me!"
The musical notes played above his head as she leaned on her elbows upon his piano. Inwardly he yelled at her to get off since she always left foggy stains on his polished piano. She then placed one of her arms on the black surface, beginning to tap her fingers on it. They hit his piano one by one, yet he managed to continue on with his concert. She huffed, rolling her eyes at the blonde musician. When he pressed his finger on one key to let it fade out she slammed her hands on his piano, pushing herself onto her feet.
"Is that all you do? Will you even get a job?"
"I'm only eight." He watched her angry eyes lower from her narrowed brows. He stared at her with no expression, doing the best he ever did not to laugh. Now that he wondered, he may have never laughed at, or around, Lucy.
She hit her hips with her palms as they laid there on each side, her chin pointing up in a sassy pose. Her attitude always made Schroeder regret days like this. She blew out a breath through her nose roughly, finishing it with another huff. He pressed his finger upon another key and watched as she looked back to him from the annoyance of its sound slowly fading out.
"Will you stop that?"
"If I lift up my finger it'll only land on another key."
She gripped the sides of her head to pull on her hair from frustration, "Ah!"
He bit his tongue within his mouth successfully biting back the laughter soaring from his lungs to his throat. Her dress swayed from her movement from the front of his vision to the side as she walked around the piano. She walked right passed him and swung the door open to exit the room. The slam of the wood against the wall made him shudder. It took some time for him to know it was safe to burst into laughter. His laughter surrounded his hearing and he felt as if he found a new way to enjoy music: laugh at the attitude Lucy harbored because of it.
"I can hear you!"
He quickly picked himself up to sit back in front of his piano. He snickered to himself, wondering if she ever wondered about what he did when she was not there. He lifted the piano to reach for a piece of paper beneath the instrument. Pulling it out, he smiled at the check list. Three goals had already been completed and checked off.
"Schroeder, I'm coming back up! Get ready to apologize to your sweetie!"
With a lick of his lips, he placed his thumb next to the goal he subconsciously checked off. He whispered to himself, "Get her to make me laugh—check."
Thank-you! This story is inspired by, "First Dance" by NeverShoutNever.
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