Part 1
Ike
The fingers gracefully glided along the keyboard, producing a melody perfect for the mood.
Ike sat in the living room with his wife, Nephenee, his cousins, Marth and Roy, and his sister, Mist.
Ike put his arm around his aging wife. She didn't look it. "Yes, we're very proud of Marcia. She's only had lessons for a year."
Marth shook his head and folded his arms. "Amazing."
Ike flipped his greying blue hair out of his eyes. "Yes, she is. Top of her classes, black belt... She doesn't seem to have a limit."
Nephenee looked over at her husband, handsome as he was twenty years before. "We all know who she gets it from." Her southern drawl was deeper than a normal accent, almost as if she had a cold.
Ike scoffed. "Maybe the black belt part."
Roy laughed heartily. "She got the best from both worlds!"
Mist smiled and laughed. She had a similar laugh to Roy. "She certainly got her looks from me. I can't imagine that gene coming from anywhere else."
There was a clicking sound from the shutting of the keyboard. Marcia walked in, platinum, long hair flowing behind her. "I'm...done."
Ike motioned for her to sit on the other side of him. "That was beautiful, thank you."
Marcia sat down and folded her arms, much like her father tended to. "That wasn't beautiful, it was amatuer."
Ike smiled and squeezed his thirteen year-old daughter. "It's what you make it."
Marcia grunted. "You're squishing me."
"Love you too."