67. Playing the Melody
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Sam awoke groggily from a broken sleep to a strange melancholy noise that drifted through her empty house. It was always empty, and yet somewhere she could hear the light chimes of a piano playing. She padded barefoot out of her bed, hardly caring that she was dressed in only an oversized t-shirt; she was going to find who was playing that haunted sound.
She walked down the stairs so quietly hoping not to scare off the mystery pianist. It couldn't have been much of a threat, maybe a tempted maid or maybe even a ghostly visage of a former player who mournfully missed his own life. Perhaps he missed a lost loved one; maybe he was playing her favorite song.
But the closer Sam got the more she realized that the song was her favorite piece. It was Moonlight Sonata, but who would be playing this at such a late hour? She remembered her grandmother used to play it endlessly, especially if Sam was feeling rather down, but no one was home. And that she was pretty sure about.
Her mind wandered with all the mysterious of the trivial question. She hoped it was a ghost, there was just something so captivating about a lonely unknown shadow playing out what he or she believed in and held so dear to themselves. Sam's eyes sparkled as she got closer to the piano room, soon her question would be answered.
Sam peeked through the French doors cautiously and saw a faint glow, she bit her lip her breath hitching in her throat as she saw the way the ghostly green eyes seemed so intrigued in the way his hands fell over the neatly arranged keys. Pressing them rhythmically down in a position that he seemed to already know without even consulting the sheet music.
She slipped in through the small opening in the door and stood to the side. The visitor didn't even notice her, too enthralled in his own work, almost as if he'd known nothing else. She sighed longingly, the song was so beautiful she wished so much that she could master it herself, but she wasn't that good with a piano.
The last note drifted through the air ending the song and the ghost soon settled out of his trance. She blinked as the silence of the house returned and her mind became her own once more. Sam found this would be as good a time as any to speak to him.
"Wow," She breathed still slightly haunted by the beautiful tune, unable to say much else for the time being.
He looked up and noticed her presence and a look of embarrassment washed over him. "I'm so sorry did I wake you?" He apologized with a light blush.
She shook her head, she didn't care either way. She didn't even care why he was here it hardly mattered to her. "Danny...I never knew you could play so well."
Didn't know if you saw that coming or not. But I just love me some Beethoven.
