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Chapter One - Sleeping on the Job
I glided my finger across the wall as I walked alone through the now empty halls of my high school. Soccer practice had ran late again and even though it was summer, the doors to the building were opened for extracurricular activities.
As I came closer to my favorite room to pass, I heard no sound - which was curious, considering this particular path was always alive with the sounds of feverish pianists trying to improve before a big recital.
I arrived at the two windows that looked into the classroom and peered in.
A grand piano was in the middle of the otherwise barren room except for the sheets of music scattered about the floor. Someone was sitting at the bench, but appeared to be unconscious.
When I noticed this, I quickly walked towards them "Hey are you alr-" I hushed my tone as I heard soft and equal breathing.
I had passed this room everyday this summer and never had I seen anyone sleeping in it. People fought for practice time and this person was napping? I bit my lip to force down a laugh that was bubbling in my throat.
Her arms were crossed, pushing down the black and white keys, allowing her head to rest on them. Light from the setting sun made the dust around her float and sparkle like glitter.
I slowly got closer, holding my breath. With one finger I reached out to touch her but before I could, she stirred, her long blonde hair tumbling down her shoulder.
Stiffening, I backed away gently until I was out in the hallway once again and found myself wondering what she looked like.
"Sweet dreams." I chuckled as I glanced in the room one last time before beginning my walk home.
POV CHANGE
Lights beamed down on me, lacing my body with gold. Sweat beaded on my forehead and arms as I rocked back and forth, putting my very soul into every note I played. Caressing the keys and then pumping them with passion when the song called for it. The song was an ethereal being, the piano a celestial tool and I was only the vessel it passed through. With each beat of my heart I felt my body transcend into a transparent substance so that the notes could soar through and around me. The crowd erupted like a geyser that hadn't blown in a 1,000 years. Smiling tears flowed from my eyes as my fingers came down to play the last note and…
A loud sour tone rang in my ears as I was jolted in an upright position. My eyes blinked slowly as I drifted back to reality.
I rubbed my cheeks and realized that I had been crying in my sleep, was I dreaming about something sad? I strained to remember but it had left me as quickly as it had came.
I looked at the window and noticed that the sun had almost set.
"Crap!" I yelled, checking my watch. "I wasted all my time!" I threw my hands up in the air and dramatically laid over the keyboard, a familiar ring of distasteful notes taunted me.
Getting up quickly, I gathered all of the sheet music I had thrown on the floor earlier and ran out the door.
"I'm home!" I called as I set my house key in the cup beside the front door, kicking off my shoes. Our house was small, but quaint. My father died when I was very young and my mother was an artist. She mostly worked sporadic jobs, a mural here, a sculpture there, which meant that money wasn't a stable commodity. But what it did mean was that our home was decorated like something out of a fairy tale. Paper chains, flowers and stringed lights hung from the ceiling, large bookshelves and tapestries plastered the walls and comfortable mismatched furniture was spaced evenly.
"Hi, Lucy." My mom poked her head out from the rounded threshold to the kitchen, giving me a gentle smile, "How did practice go?"
I laughed as I shrugged my shoulders, "it didn't. I fell asleep." I plopped myself down at the dried multicolored painted table in the kitchen that had seen many years of a frustrated painter, mom didn't really "believe" in easels.
Her blonde hair was done up in a messy bun, loose strands poking out in every direction, she tucked her hands into the pockets of her long linen apron, sticking out her tongue.
"If those intense kids at your school knew that, they'd have an aneurysm."
She was referring to the pianists that considered themselves the "elite" of Magnolia High. There are about five, and most of them are insufferable, playing music with a deadly kind of seriousness. I never understood that type of intensity, I play music because I love it.
"Then I think I shall broadcast my nap to the world!" I said, wiggling my eyebrows and impersonating a english accent.
"My dear, I think that sounds like a maaarrrvelous idea." My mother said, mimicking my accent and glancing over her shoulder as she cooked on the stove.
After dinner I went up to my room and flopped on my bed, a gentle breeze was blowing in, making my curtains look as though they were dancing and flirting with the moonlight.
Even after my nap I was feeling incredibly tired, and completely too lazy to even practice on my keyboard.
I had a old standard 88-key that my dad had bought my mom when they were in college when she had the hasty and fickle idea that she would become a concert pianist. It only stuck for a month or two before she painted it like an art project and casted it into a corner while it silently collected dust like old men collected mint condition coins until, several years later, I gave it a renewed purpose.
I raised my hands in the air and started to play an imaginary piano, going through my scales, humming each key. I let my mind drift and thought about other things. After awhile I realized that I'd been humming something that wasn't scales, a song that I had never heard of but seemed strangely familiar. When I was paying attention to myself, the melody was gone, of course.
Frustrated I turned over and put my face in my pillow, hoping the song would come to me in my dream.
And there we have it! I decided to make my own version of a quirky Layla because I haven't come across it being done before, what do you think of her?
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I am currently working on chapter 3 and once that is fleshed out I'll post chapter 2!