Author's note: This next topic will have two or three parts to it. This is part one. Enjoy!
Schroeder took a deep breath, wiggled his fingers around, then began to play a tune on his piano. It was one of his favorite tunes to play: Für Elise, by none other than, you guessed it, Beethoven.
He smiled and closed his eyes in delight as he heard what he was playing. It sounded just like the real thing. Man, he was getting pretty good at this.
But as usual, a moment or so later, Lucy waltzed into the room and made herself cozy in the usual manner. She took a few seconds to appreciate the music Schroeder was playing before turning to face him.
"Schroeder, if you and I got married, I'd want to hear you play for me every evening as we're beginning to wind down," she said.
Schroeder responded by just ignoring her and continuing to play.
"I know that deep down, you'd really like for us to get married," Lucy continued. "In fact, I'd love it if right now, you'd show your thoughts of marrying me through music."
"Sounds like a plan," Schroeder agreed.
But what was Schroeder's response? The classic flipping of Lucy off of his piano.
However, he was not ready for what would result this time. Lucy gave off a horrible grunting noise as she landed squarely on her head.
Schroeder's annoyed expression changed to one of shock as he gasped.
"Lucy!" he cried out as he got up ran up to her, almost tripping over his piano in the process. "Lucy, are you okay?!"
There was no response. Lucy had been knocked unconscious.
"Mom! Get in here, quick! We have an emergency!" Schroeder shouted in the direction of the stairs.
A little while later, Schroeder was standing outside the hospital room looking worriedly in the window. Lucy was resting in the bed. Fortunately, she was going to be okay. She had only suffered a mild concussion and would be able to go home in a few hours.
After he was given permission by a nurse to go inside and visit, Schroeder stepped into the room and awkwardly began walking up to Lucy's bed, though the awkwardness may be because he was about to give her a flower. At the same time, Lucy stirred, beginning to wake up.
"Lucy, I'm so sorry! I promise that no matter how much you annoy me in the future, I will only use words from now on to get you away from me," he said, hanging his head in shame.
"What'd you call me?" Lucy asked.
Schroeder lifted his head, his guilt changing to confusion. "Lucy, it's your name."
"It is?" Lucy said, scratching her head. "Well, how come I don't remember it?"