As I turned the corner to get back home I found a piano store

As I turned the corner to get back home I found a piano store. I gazed in at the wooden piano with ivory black and white teeth. I couldn't resist it and so I went inside not even a second later to look at it up close. I walked into the store and found my way to the piano that I had seen through the window. I walked up to the piano slowly, in awe. I was in awe of how beautiful it was. I sat down at the piano elegantly. I sat there a bit confused and bewildered, overwhelmed by the piano's beauty. I had learned how to play the scale on the piano when I was younger, but I was never able to learn how to play anything more. I stared at the piano, not sure if I could still play the scale or not. It had been years since I had even seen a piano this beautiful. Our family had owned a grand piano; my mother could play it well and took lessons from Beethoven himself. My mind flashed back to those days. I had thought I was in love with Beethoven when I was young. He was even older than my mother and I was only a little girl, but I still thought that it had been love. I was so foolish to think that when he was so crazy. All geniuses are mentally insane in some way or another. But it was not him himself that I loved, but it was his music. My mother had loved it too. She had loved to play the piano. Every evening after supper we would gather around the piano and listen to her play sonnet after sonnet. She had always been so happy when she was playing the piano. My sisters would sometimes sing with her or my father would pick up his violin and accompany her. All Beethoven's music that he had written was beautiful. I still love to listen to it and even play it. But I'm ruining this all for you. So sorry. As I had said, I wasn't sure if I could play it. Still, just to felt he clean white ivory keys under my fingers I placed my small fingers gingerly upon the piano keys. Almost instinctively I found that I had begun to play. It started with me just pressing down upon middle C an then suddenly I was playing a song. I remembered hearing it when I was just brought home by the midwife and I awoke to haring it. I didn't know the name of the song, but it was beautiful. I began to hum along as I continued. I rushed home to ask if I could buy it to find Lestat and Claudia fighting again. They had been fighting for about a century or so now. And it always seemed to be the same thing that they were fighting about.

"I want to be a woman," Claudia screamed.

"Mon dieu, you grow more melancholy every day," Lestat screamed.

"What am I to be forever a child then, a doll," Claudia demanded, "You dress me like a doll! You make my hair like a doll! Do you want me to stay a doll forever?!"

"You've never been able to change within the past century what makes you think you could change what you are now," Lestat demanded.

Claudia screamed in anger. "Which one of you did it?!"

Poor Louie, he had entered the wrong room at the wrong time.

Claudia looked at both of them now. "Which one of you did it?! Which one of you made me the way that I am?!"

"What you are? A vampire gone insane and pollutes it's bed?" Lestat demanded.

Now I realized the situation. Claudia had taken another woman and this time had kept the body in her bed. How disgusting. I cringed at the thought.

"But it wasn't always so. I had a mother and Louie he had a wife. He was mortal the same as she and so was I. You made us what we are didn't you?! Did you do it to me?!"

She reached out to harm Lestat and I dashed in her way, holding her back. She struggled against my arms for a few minutes before stopping. After a long period of silence I released her and allowed her to calmly approach Lestat.

"How did you do it," she demanded to know.

"Why should I tell you? It's in my power." Lestat taunted her with a smirk.

"And yours alone? Tell me how it was done!" Claudia asked yet again.

"Be glad I made you what you are. You'd be dead now if I hadn't just like that damned corpse. Now get rid of it!" Lestat ordered Claudia.

"You get rid of it," Claudia resisted.

I couldn't take it any longer. With that I ran out of the house.