A/N: Sori it always takes me so long to update. I never have either the time or the spirit to. Thanks to all of you who review! I wish there were more of you! Heh heh, I made a rhyme………..

Chapter 4

Sam stood against the wall of the Browns' new home. She listened to the music that no one but her was hearing. Her fingers raced up and down a keyboard that wasn't there, in time to the beautiful music. She had to get inside without disrupting that beautiful, heavenly music. She just had to.

The door was locked. But the windows weren't.

The House of Brown was no match for the Girl of Sam. She popped open a window and gracefully, with the air of someone who was no stranger to breaking and entering, slid herself silently in.

She walked into the living room, where Ephram sat alone, oblivious in an ocean of notes. She sat next to him on the piano bench. She sat there. And listened. She watched her friend's face as he fell deeper and deeper in to the music. How the world slipped away from him until all he was…. was music.

She didn't know how long the piece went on, how long they sat together in that trance-like state, only that it wasn't enough.

"Sam? What are you doing her, Sam?" Epham's voice shook her to reality, and she realized that the music had stopped.

"I- I-- I heard your music, Moat…" she mumbled, barely coherent.

"Do you want to play?" He asked, gesturing towards his piano.

Sam silently placed her fingers on the board, and watched as he put his in their appropriate place. They played a modern punk song. Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous.

It might have sounded fake and cheesy on other people's pianos.

Not on theirs.

Moat and Sam were a team. The Dynamic Duo. The Dream Team.

They worked magic while they were together.

They could do anything.

They thought they could do anything.

They knew they could do anything.

Leaving the beautiful narrator out of clever things to say.

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Amy walked slowly towards the Brown house. She wanted to give Ephram a music book she had found. She thought it would help him with the ballet class.

Right. That's why she's walking a mile in the freezing rain in the dark.

To give him a music book.

May I repeat, RIIIIIGHT.

As she neared the house of Ephram, she heard the strangest music.

It was perfect. She wouldn't have thought the piano could play punk songs so well, but we all know how much HER thoughts are valued.

Like cheese in a cheese store.

She ran the final steps and knocked on the door. The music stopped abruptly.

Sam opened the door, as if in a daze.

When she saw Amy, she smiled weakly.

Ephram joined the red head at the door and looked at Amy.

"Hi, Amy." Ephram said creatively.

"Hi, Ephram." Amy said brilliantly.

"Hi, Amy." Sam added, cleverly.