.:Pages of the Past:.
~Prologue~
Like water slipping through a silver creek, Mike Morningstar's fingers danced lightly over the ivory keys.
Don't mess up.
He didn't need to look at the music. He didn't need to hear it. He could feel its sorrow, its grief, its mourning in his blood as the tune surrounded him.
He could feel his heart pounding as he broke into sweat. That same part… it was approaching.
Don't mess up.
Raised to be perfect.
Don't mess up.
Raised without love.
Don't mess up.
Raised in a prison by an abusive stepfather.
Don't mess up.
A prison made of gold.
Mess up, and it's over.
As if by instinct, Mike came to the only section of Für Elise that he could never play correctly. He knew how to play it; he knew the notes, he knew the rhythm, he knew which finger went where. Cover this key, keep the dynamics at the level they belong at, move the finger one key over and-
His mother's face flashed in his head. Her stern, cunning grey eyes watched him from inside his mind, and he saw past the piano and straight into his past.
And he hit the wrong note, as he did every night.
He screamed out in agony and rage. He seethed with anger as silence filled the hall, save the sound of Mike swearing under his breath.
A wispy, ghost-like hand made its way in front of his face. His gaze traveled up the arm and into the face of the wisp.
"F-Ferris?" he asked shakily.
"I am here to turn the page," whispered the ghost. He took hold of the second page of Für Elise and went to turn it, but just as the contents of the third page were coming into view, the memory vanished and Mike was alone once more.
"Ferris…" he whispered. "I'm so sorry…"
He glanced back at the page. It had never been turned.
"Edric… Damn you, Edric," he repeated over and over, his tears falling ceaselessly onto the keys that rested unmoving, silent beneath his trembling fingers.
Author's Comment: Well, this is what you get when you watch Trade Off one too many times. I (Colleen) will be writing this along with my friend Molly. We'll update whenever possible- it will be Mike Morningstar's (tragic) back story.
Co-Author's Comment: WHY HELLO THERE. I'm Molly. I enjoy noodles! … Yeah so we REAALLLLLYYYY like Mike Morningstar. Like…A LOT. He is MAN-PRETTY. If you want to know who I am, I am Ms. Indecisive on fanfiction. Yeah all of my stories suck so don't read them. BUT THIS ONE IS GOLD. However, all that glitters…HAHAHAHA