I used to think life had to be fair. One night that all changed and so did my world; I found magic. Sometimes when I'm alone I dance around my apartment to the tune he whispered in my ear as we danced together. There are days I swear I see his face everywhere and others I feel like it was just a wild dream. I don't care anymore if was or wasn't, it doesn't matter. What matters now is how I changed after that night, changed for the better in my mind. I do miss him though, I think I always will.

My fingers dance over the keys of Mrs. Vill's piano. I owe so much to her and this piano. She was the second most magical event to happen to me the year I turned sixteen. I press down on one key and let the sweet tone tempt me into sitting down and playing a song. As always each note is perfectly tuned like magic. I smile at the memory of Mrs. Vill's story about her piano, about its magic. I wonder if that's why she left it to me, so that its magic could inspire me. Maybe it has and maybe it brought me here, to my fame. Mindlessly my fingers move into a new song that I've been writing for a few days now. I stop playing and grab my notebook and a pencil to write down the new part.

For a moment my mind wanders to the man who showed me magic, the one who claimed to love me, and I wonder if it was real. Was any of it true, did he mean any of it? What about the things I said to him, was any of it true? I can't decide how I would answer any of those questions. I guess if I don't answer them that means there is still a chance that the answer is yes, and that it was all true, right?

A/N: I don't know how many of you will read this but this was an idea I got listening to My Medea by Vienna Teng. Hope you like it.