Prologue
I angrily strode into the empty concert hall, my throat choked with tears. His words still rang in the back of my mind, like haunting church bells ringing my doom. I started to pace, my thoughts jumbled. How could they?! My eyes flooded with tears, and I finally collapsed on the worn piano bench. I lifted the velvet cover off of the ivory keys, and began to play the angriest song that Roderich had taught me. My thoughts were cracked, and so was the music that drifted from my mindless playing. I guess he had really rubbed off on me. The staccatos shook the piano, and my playing filled the room like my heart's last defiant scream as it shattered into a million pieces of glass. Then came the silence, and the tears.