The AN:
Just a little something that I came up with. Nothing special. Hope you like it.
R&R please.
I put it into Zoey 101 and used Dana as charakter, but you can imagine anybody you like.
The Disclaimer:
Me. Not. Owning. Zoey 101.
The Story:
Black Keys
She slowly breathed out the air inside her lungs, feeling the cold stream of breath touch her slightly opened lips. She sat down on the stool right next to the shining black grand piano and closed her eyes, hiding her dark chocolate colored iris from the world. She admired the darkness in the room. There were only three candles creating a wavering light that hid her body and face, only showing her petite shape. Letting her fingers slide over the perfectly smooth keys, she started moving her hands and played a wonderful melody. Everybody that was in the room felt the power coming from her music. The song was soft and bittersweet. You could feel her pain and joy she put into it. She opened her mouth and started speaking clearly. She wasn't singing, but telling the world what she had on her mind. "The piano is my favorite instrument..." Her sweet, angelic voice sounded through the room, filling it with her power and making everybody following each word she spoke. "A piano is perfect. The contrast between the shining dark wood it is made of and the perfectly smooth white keys is just amazing. And then the sound. If you play a song on a piano it always sounds exactly the same, while there's always a slight difference when you play other instruments. The note you play is always right and the same. All these things seem perfectly loveable, but they aren't the features that make me love it." She held her head up straight, her eyes still closed and started smiling slightly. "The features that I love the most are invisible to the majority of people. Only a few of the real professional players notice and use them, because it's very difficult to play them without having a strange sounding melody. They aren't as shining and as light as everything else. I think you can them almost call the dark side of a piano, while everything else is pretty and perfect." Pausing her speech, she kept on charming the touching music. Once again she breathed in and out. "I love the black keys, because they're imperfect and won't change for any might in this whole universe..." Her words sounded through the fully quiet room. Nobody noticed her shaking fingers, when she built up her courage to finish her speech, to speak her last sentence. The melody came to its bittersweet end, expressing an overwhelming pain, but at the same time the audience felt the hope that came from the petite girl on the stage. The last note lingering in the space, then fading ultimately. Everything went silent, the persons in the room were unable to look away from the girl shape on the stage. Then her angelic voice filled the room for the last time. "I love the black keys, because they're just like me."