Authors Note: Thank you for clicking by the way! Ok, I re-posted this piece just to make a few minor changes. The plot did a little changing in my head so I had to change things here accordingly.

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Christine Davis sat at the large grand piano that resided in her music room. Her hands were skimming over the keys letting the ringing sound of the tune echo around the room. Her deep brown eyes were focused on the music in front of her and her soft features were creased in complete determination. She had been trying to perfect the piece for almost a month and she was determined to finish it.

Her father had been a grand musician. He had been most widely known for his skill with the violin but Christine knew that he had also been a skilled musician with the piano, saxophone and guitar. Thus, Christine had grown up with music. It was constant being played either by her father or a radio. Her father, Charles, had always been a happy man. With thick, dark hair and a warm smile. She had always felt so protected and loved whenever she had been around him.

But he had died years ago.

Christine stopped playing and let her eyes drift over to the picture that hung above the piano. It was of her and Charles on the beach in Maui, Hawaii. They were standing in front of a beautiful sunset, both of their faces reflecting utmost happiness. Christine smiled at the memory of it. Oh how it felt like it was yesterday! With the tropical winds blowing her hair in her eyes and the smell of barbeque filling her nostrils. She had been so happy then.

Many years had passed since those happy days. Christine now lived alone, in a large house that she had inherited from her father. Charles had been a very successful musician and had left his entire fortune to Christine for he had no other family members to leave any other piece of it too. Her mother was not at all deserving of such a thing and Christine still fumed at the memory of her trying to take a share. She hadn't seen her mother in years and didn't intend to anytime soon.

Christine jumped as the phone rang from the kitchen. She sighed and stood, smoothing out her jeans before reaching for it.

"Hello?"

"Christine? Is that you?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"It's Raoul. Listen I was thinking that we could go out for dinner tonight."

"Sounds wonderful, 8:00?"

"Perfect," Christine could almost hear him smiling on the other end of the line. "I'll pick you up then."

Christine hung up the phone and glanced around the house, wondering what she could do to occupy her time. Finally deciding on watching television she sat in front of it and began flipping through the channels.

Raoul was her boyfriend of 2 years. She had met him at the local coffee shop and he had been courteous enough to pay for her coffee when she didn't have enough money to pay the cashier. He was a fine man, noble and young and quite the looker.

Christine sighed at the lack of interesting television programs that seemed to be airing and, a little reluctantly, settled on the news.

A stocky, balding news reporter's face came into focus.

"Welcome to QMILS 3:00 news broadcast. In recent news, there was a fire today at a local house on St. Georges Street, it has been quenched and no one needs to worry about it spreading. The occupants have only been slightly burned. A shooting took place last night in front of a downtown club. There is one dead and one in the hospital. The attacker has not been identified because it is said that he kept his face hidden during the shooting. Police officials now are trying to figure out what started the fight as we still don't know what occurred."

Christine turned the television off. The news was always full of terribly and gruesome news and she didn't want to hear about it all. It was very depressing how the world in which she lived could be so evil.

She reached for the discarded telephone and dialed her best friend, Meg's number. The ringing filled her ears and she prayed that she would answer.

"Hello?" came a muffled voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello Meg, its Christine. I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee or something…"

Christine stopped as she heard Meg begin to giggle hysterically and yell at someone on the other end of the line.

"Christine I…"

There was a rustling on the other end of the line and then another voice began talking in her place. The voice was much lower, and belonged to Peter, Meg's boyfriend.

"Meg can't Christine. She's…..a little busy right now."

His statement was followed by another burst of laughter from the two of them.

Christine rolled her eyes at the sound on the other end of the telephone. "Alright then...Bye."

She hung up the phone and resumed her past time of staring around the room blankly.

Meg had been dating Peter for all of 5 weeks. She had become so preoccupied with him that Christine found she was spending less and less time with her friend. This caused her to become more and more solitary which Christine didn't like the feeling of. She didn't have many acquaintances outside of Meg and Raoul. She didn't have to work, as the money she inherited was well enough for to supply her for the rest of her life. So she found making friends was most difficult.

She had met Meg in high school, senior year and they had been best friends ever since.

Christine stood and walked back in the music room. She was determined to master the Chopin piece before her dinner with Raoul.

Ok, I know. It's not very exciting yet. But I had to introduce the characters ect…you know all the fun stuff.

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