A/N: This is the prologue! The pairing is still…undecided. O: I'm having some difficulties… Anyway, read please?
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from my OC(s). –Sobs –
Prologue
"Morita Hyo! You have reached the end of my patience! I forbid, I repeat, forbid you to go anywhere near the piano until your grades improve!" an infuriated woman yelled. Piercing cerulean blue eyes glared at her daughter who was standing in front of her.
"But, Moth-" the girl started to retort.
"No buts! We are selling that grand piano." The woman shot back sternly.
"You can't!" the girl protested, tears now forming in her eyes. "You can't…"
"I can and I will. The piano is going and it's final." With a swift movement of her body, the woman turned and marched off. "A mistake, huge mistake right from the beginning." She muttered.
The girl stood there, frozen. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"You can't take away the only thing I'm good at…" she whispered dropping to the ground sobbing uncontrollably.
"Hyo, won't your mother be angry if she finds out?" Chiharu, Hyo's best friend since childhood asked nervously.
"She won't find out if you don't tell. Needless to say, I won't say a thing." Hyo replied casually.
She stopped pacing around and fixed her chocolate eyes on Hyo. "I promise I won't tell. But, under one condition."
"What condition?" Hyo asked, slightly taken aback.
"Promise me you'll try and get some study done?" Answered Chiharu. Hyo thought for a moment.
"Done deal!" Hyo said, striding over to the grand piano and settling herself on the piano seat. Chiharu smiled.
"Good. You may now play in peace. I better get myself to sprinting practice before I get told off." Chiharu said heading out the door. "See you!" Chiharu said as she left the music room.
Now Hyo was alone in a music room of Hyoutei Gakuen and there was nowhere she would rather be.
A/N: Please proceed to read the first chapter for more of an insight to the story! But I suggest you read the second chapter too THEN tell me if you think it's worth continuing or if you find it boring, unoriginal, and dumb. Yeah. O.o.
Yuu-chan.