A/N: Another vocabulary vignette for English class. (Hence the fancy words.) :)

Für Elise

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. She was made to be the affable daughter who was always polite, quiet and well-mannered. She abominated that life. If she could have it her way, there would be no more gossamer dinner dresses or parties she did not wish to attend. She stared out the window at the gray sky. A walk, She decided. That's all I need. I've just got to clear my head. She set out on the circuitous path that wound its way through the village.

Their meeting was inadvertent, a complete accident. She had heard the delicate sound of piano music reverberating through the cold December air. Music, delicate, quite and beautiful was coming from the open window. She knocked on the door which was almost immediately opened by a young man who looked down at her with smile that feigned sangfroid. He invited her in like an old friend and told her he was a brilliant piano player. She shot a vitriolic eye roll at him in response to this. Mildly offended and prepared to show her that he really was, he sat down to play. She listened while attempting to wheedle out who had taught him. He remained quite stubborn, making a noncommittal sound every time she guessed the name of his teacher.

Her face glowing, she left with the biggest smile she had had on her face in months. She ascribed this aura of happiness to her new friend. She still didn't know his name. She was quite resilient while her father reprimanded her for talking to someone she did not know. Her smile, inscrutable and radiant, confused her father. He did not often yell at her but when he did she was never happy about it.

In the days following, he sent her quite a few letters asking if she would like to come with him to a concert to be held in the park the following Saturday. If there was one thing he was it was sedulous. She had remonstrated with her father long enough. She secretly sent back her reply, a single word scribbled onto a thin sheet of paper: Yes.

The date was set, completely irrevocable, for the concert. They arrived to find an amorphous crowd waiting in ferment for the performance. A piano sat in the middle of the square. Several people sat down and played but they did not compare to the main attraction: a very familiar young man who stood up and motioned to her saying "Das ist für dich. (This is for you.)" He played the most wonderful song, his tenuous fingers coaxing the music from the instrument. He played a song. Her name was Elise, and that song was for her.

Virtual cookies to all those who know who the guy is. :D