She was standing in a white room. It was beautiful. Artwork hung on the walls an there was a magnificent grand piano in the corner. There was a huge white doorway. She heard birds chirping somewhere. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a white dress that went down to her mid-thigh and was long sleeved, she was barefoot as well. She thankfully still had her engagement ring on. Her wings glowed with a white aurora. She felt amazing, as if all her energy was back and nothing had ever happened. What happened and where was she?
"Hello? Anyone here?" She yelled. Her voice echoed around the great room. She glanced at the grand piano. Something urged her towards it. She resisted because she didn't want to just show up somewhere and just play a perfectly good piano. Talk about weird.
"Don't do it Lizzie... Don't do it your not gonna do it.." She murmured to herself as she slowly turned away. She couldn't resist.
"... Shit here we go." She said as she turned around and tip toed her way over the the piano.
She sat down on the bench and looked over her shoulder to make sure no one saw her. An image passed through her head of her sitting at a much smaller piano with a little hazel haired girl and it went away. Lizzie put one hand up to her head and the other started to play slowly, note by note. She stared at it in disbelief, she had no Idea that she could play and where these notes came from. They just flowed out of the piano as her hands controlled themselves. Then the image appeared again as the hazel haired girl played the exact same thing. Oh yea! That's right! That was Jackson's sister, Pippa.
They were playing exactly what she was playing then! Lizzie played one thing and Pippa played another. Their different sounds layered together and flowed from the piano and all throughout the room into a bouquet of music. It was amazing. They both ended their song and clapping was heard.
The image faded back to the white room but the clapping continued. That's not normal. She looked to her left and a man, sitting on the bench, dressed in a white suit smiled back at her.
She nearly crapped herself.
"Holy-!" She yelled as she leaned backwards and accidentally fell off the bench. She chuckled nervously and got on her feet as she dusted herself off.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to-"
"It's alright Lizzie, that sounded amazing. " he said. His British accent was calming. It was one of those voices you could listen to all day. He flashed her a smile and they were the whitest teeth she had ever seen, perfect enough to make Tooth totally fan girl over them. His eyes were a beautiful turquoise blue that made every other blue look boring. The definition of handsome. But how did he know her name?
"Wait wait... How do you know my name?"
"Why I know everything about you my dear." He said as he stood up and placed his hands behind his back.
"Who are you?" She asked
"I am the Man in the Moon."
