The sound of piano filled the air familiar and melodious, sunlight streams through the window of the classroom before the whole picture is ruined by an errant note followed by cursing.

"I thought I'd get it right this time," Monika moans before composing herself to try again.

Once more a melodious tune rises from the piano and Monika's mind starts to drift.

Why was she doing this? Monika wonders to herself, the music swelling as the simple tune rises with the dancing of Monika's fingers on the keys. There was an easier way to do this so why go through all the effort?

Unbidden the words jump from her lips, accompanying the music, "The ink flows down into a dark puddle, just move your hand, write the way into his heart."

Startled at the sudden words that came from her mouth Monika once more hits a wrong note, shattering the beautiful atmosphere once more.

There was a moment of silence, everything seemed to freeze in place as Monika sat thinking of the words that slipped from her mouth, it was a moment but to Monika it lasted an eternity.

Monika begins to giggle at her realization, "That's right, it wouldn't mean anything if I cheated and took the song right from the files instead of writing the song from scratch. Even if they wouldn't notice."

As Monika composes herself, she sighs and closes her eyes, bringing up a finger to wipe away a tear from her eye "I really do hope the Player appreciates this, cheating and taking a look at the finished product is so tempting."

"But I won't give up!" Monika huffs pumping her fist and turning back to the keyboard, "Alright let's do this one more time."

Monika begins to play once more, closing her eyes as she concentrates on making the song that would capture the Player's heart.

It wasn't long before she begins to sing, her voice soft and melodious dancing around the room with the tune of the song seemingly bringing the room to life.

(Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!

But in this world of infinite choices

What will it take just to find that special day?

What will it take just to find that special day?)