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PROLOGUE
BPOV
The chair squeaked as I reached to play the keys at the other end of the piano. Up, over, across, down and fold back under. My fingers moved swiftly, yet efficiently as my foot pressed down on the pedal to make the piece change from staccato to legato. Flowing and connected, the notes sounded as they floated from the piano to the air, swirling threw the open window disappearing threw the sky as I played for me- the pianist- and the world- my audience-.
EPOV
I closed my eyes as I just let my fingers move and dance on the neck of my guitar. Sweeping threw the frets as I just relaxed and let my thoughts go. My fingers started to hurt seeing as I wasn't playing with a pick, but I didn't care, it was a small price to pay to escape from my boring life. Up and down my fingers moved as I improvised the song, just letting it flow out from me. It feels good, as if I can breathe again.
Mkay.
So
Keep or delete?
First fanfic too so if anyone has any suggestions or advice I will graciously accept them, I could probly use them and I know I need them.
R&R
Xx!