DISCLAIMER: Christopher Nolan owns Inception, I just own the piano. Review please!


NOTE- PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS AND SUGGESTIONS FOR THE STORY!


"I am not having piano lessons."

"Yes you are young man, you spend your life in your room. You need some culture in your life."

A young Cobb groaned and adjusted his seat belt. If only the doors could magically unlock themselves. His mom smiled and pulled into the driveway of the local music acadamy. Cobb stared up at the building and rolled his eyes.

"Please Dominic, just give it a try. I learnt to play piano when I was 18 and I really enjoyed it," his mom smiled, unlocking the doors.

"Fine, but I won't enjoy it. I know I won't."

"Sure, sure. I'll pick you up later."

Cobb sometimes really wished he could afford his own car. He would drive his ass out of there.

The acadamy was full of all the pompus music students that he hated. Rich kids who's mommy and daddy payed to have dance, music, art and acting lessons. He felt so out of place.

When he reached his music room, he knocked on the door. It opened to reveal a woman. Presumably, his piano teacher. Grey hair, but a kind face.

"Bonjour Dominic!" she smiled. "I'm Mademoiselle Fretan."

Cobb smiled polietly and walked into the room.

"I was just finishing up. Mallorie, you can go now."

Behind the piano, a girl stood up and smiled at Cobb. His heart increased. She walked toward him and grinned. He cleared his throat and offered his hand.

"Hello, I'm Dom."

She shook his hand, sending little electric shots up his spine. "I'm Mallorie. Call me Mal."


Cobb sat in the warehouse, staring at the piano. Glaring at it as if it was a wild animal.

The truth is, he had bought the piano for other reasons than a convincing salesman.

When he walked past the music shop that day, he saw the piano and felt all these feelings rush back. He felt as if he needed to buy it.

He was mad when Eames had broke it, jealous when Yusuf had played it and upset when he threw up on it, but he couldn't get rid of it.

It was a part of him, and a part of his past.