A:N:Hey guys! I've had this idea for a while. Ever since I found out Jennette McCurdy has been playing piano since she was 4. I my self play piano, so I think this would be fun to write this story.

I'll go ahead and write the title, and summary out for you, an then I'll give you the story! Here it goes!

Summary: Sam Puckett was a piano prodigy since the age of 4. On her 12th birthday her father, piano legend, dies. Now poor in Seattle with nothing but Carly she meats Freddie Benson. Will Freddie bring the music out of Sam? Or will it remain locked up forever?

Title:iWant to Hear you From the Heart

I felt the keys of the shimmering black Grand lower under my fingers, as a beautiful melody filled the air. This was so satisfying. I had been working on this piece for nearly a year now, and I'd finally got in perfect. As the notes wrap up into a finish, I sit their, and take a deep breathe. A smile on my face and a full heart, I leave the piano bench unoccupied. I am Samantha Puckett, today is a special day. It is my birthday. Actually "our" birthday. It's Melanie's too. You see we are twins, Melanie and I. We get along so perfectly. For our birthday Melanie and I had thee honor of playing at Carnegie Hall with my father. I could see it now. The crowd watching in on us. Melanie's harp dripping with beautiful sound. My piano harmonizing with Dad's. It was perfect, dream come true.

This may seem odd that Melanie, and I can just waltz up to Carnegie Hall, and play for very old, and boring people. Well, it isn't. We have authority. My father is a piano legend, and has played all over the world. The people at Carnegie Hall heard about us, and invited Melanie, Father, and I to play! I was so excited when I heard the news, and I still am.

I strolled towards the completely made out of glass window, and watched every thing outside. It was really a beautiful view. I loved it. Soon Daddy would come through the door, pick Mel, and I up and take us to Carnegie Hall.

Melanie, Mom, Dad, and I lived in this lovely Manhattan condo, with no problems whatsoever. Our family is perfect. I suddenly heard music pouring in from the hall way. Melanie. As I walked to fine the source of the sound, my blonde ponytail of ringlets bounced behind me, and my skirt flowed along with slight wind from the hall way heaters.

"Oh, Melanie!" I called, as if we were playing hide-and-seek, and I was searching for her. I poked my head through a nearby door to see Melanie, eyes closed, and fingers moving in rhythmic movements on her harp.

"Oh!" She said, startled. She opened her eyes, and smiled. "You startled me Sammy!" She exclaimed, as she abandoned her seat in front of the harp, and headed towards he closet. She skimmed through her clothing.

"What are you doing?" I asked with curiosity

"I'm just finding the perfect thing to wear tonight!" She laughed "You have to look formal for this type of occasion." And she held up an outfit to her body. "Do you think this will do?" I examined the sparkly blue dress, and scratched my chin.

"Yeah, but I think you should go black. Daddy is wearing black. So am I." I said opening my arms out so Melanie could see my puffy black dress with white polka-dots and a bow below the bust, all topped off with a little white shrug.

"Your right." And she turned back around, and continued to shuffle through clothes. I walked towards her harp, and sat in front of it, and played a simple melody Melanie taught be last Summer. She turned around, and flashed a smile at me.

"I could still teach you a more, you know difficult song." She offered

"Na, it hurts my fingers." I said plainly, moving finger off the harp, and rubbing them on my dress.

Melanie finally pulled out a long dress, black with sequins. She wore a white sweater over it, and a matching headband with a bow on the side.

Suddenly, and extremely loud cry could be heard from the living room. Melanie, and I looked at each other with surprised expressions, and ran out the room.

"Ma!" I called as we ran. There she was, my mother kneeling on the floor, face buried in her hands. The phone had been dropped the the floor, and a desperate

"Hello?" was heard from the receiver. I grabbed the phone, and pressed it to my ear.

"Hello!?" I answered

"Hello. Who is this?"

"Sam, Sam Puckett!" I cried

"Is your mother ok?"

"I think so, but why is she crying!?"

"It's your father.... He's been killed in a car crash..."

A:N: Ooooh cliffie! Muhahuahuahuahahahah, aren't I evil? Well, I'll try to update as soon as I can if you guys like it. Leave a review! Tell me what you think!

Samantha .W