"Well now, what should we do?" Kitty asked the whole group as she just finished cleaning up the cups and plates. Looking around the whole room, everyone just kind of had a blank face.

"Anne plays the piano." Jackie blurted out. Anne started to blush a little when everyone's face turned towards her, expecting something wonderful.

"Really, I don't want to. I would feel like a showoff." She shook her head.

"Oh no dear, we won't judge you. Just go ahead, it will be nice to have some music in this house." And she glared at Eric who quit his piano lessons in the 7th grade. Eric just shrugged at her and turned back to Anne.

"Um. Alright." She moved over to the spinet piano that sat near the bar, and sat on the wooden bench. She touched the dusty key cover, then lifted it slowly. The keys were slightly yellowed but all in all the piano was in very good condition. Anne looked back over her shoulder at the rest of them,

"Is there anything you guys want to here?"

"Something popular!" Kitty grinned

"Donna you work at the radio station, pick one." Jackie provoked her.

"Uh. fine…Do you know Carly Simon's "You're So Vain"?" Donna asked Anne. Who nodded and began to slide her fingers over the keys so gently you won't have even thought she was playing if you could hear the beautiful rendition of the song.

"Doesn't anyone know the words?"

Jackie and Donna looked at one another, they both knew the words. They had sung to it plenty of times, but they both were nervous. Softly Donna started to hum the first verse, and Jackie picked it up soon enough, They even heard Eric's soft humming every so often.

"You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you?"

Both Donna and Jackie sang out loud the lyrics to the famous chorus, it sounded pretty good, Donna wasn't that flat, and Jackie, well, she was in the school choir. Pretty soon they both were belting the lyrics.

"You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and..."

In the basement, Hyde sat on his chair and was trying to watch tv, but he kept raising the volume because of the ruckus up stairs. He was getting a little ticked off, what the hell were they doing putting the radio that loud?

Back in the living room,

"I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...
Well I hear you went up to saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your lear jet up to nova scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and..."

Jackie and Donna sang the whole song till the end, and Anne was playing the last ending notes, as Hyde stepped into the room.

"What is this?"

"Oh Hyde, I'm so glad you came up to join us," Kitty clapped, "Anne you play beautifully, and Donna, Jackie wonderful just wonderful."

Hyde looked confused in that uncaring zen way of his and sat down next to Eric on the couch. He understood why Mrs. Forman was clapping for Anne, because she played the piano for them but Jackie and Donna? what can they possibly have done?

"Play us another!" Kitty encouraged.

"Yea Anne, sing us a song."

Anne blushed completely at this statement made by Jackie.

"Uh no really. You don't want to hear any of that."

"Anne, I've heard you while you practice, your playing and voice is beautiful." Jackie tried to motivate her in to playing.

"It's just that…" Anne tried to say.

"Oh please sing for us, we won't think you're a show off." Anne looked a little defeated when Kitty said this and she sighed.

"Alright. Just promise, no clapping."

Kitty nodded a thousand times, eager to hear her music. Anne turned towards the piano feeling bare and out of place singing her songs in this atmosphere. But she hit a soft key and began to sing two notes into it.

Had a northern lad
Well not exactly had
He moved like the sunset
God who painted that
First he love my accent
How his knees could bend
I thought we'd be ok
Me and my molasses

But I feel something is wrong
But I feel this cake just isn't done
Don't say that you Don't

Everyone in the room sat stunned at her talent for lingering on just the right words to get a sound none of them had ever heard before.

And if you could see me now
Said if you could see me now
Girls you've got to know
When it's time to turn the page
When you're only wet
Because of the rain
Because of who
Because of the rain because of the rain

He don't show much these days
It's gets so fucking cold
I loved his secret places
But I can't go anymore
"You change like sugar cane"
Says my northern lad
I guess you go too far
When pianos try to be guitars

Everyone was quiet with their eyes closed, even Red had put his paper down to keep his full attention on the song, the breathing in the room was soft but heavy as the rhythm washed over them with emotion.

I feel the west in you
And I feel it falling apart too
Don't say that you Don't

And if you could see me now
Said if you could see me now
Girls you've got to know
When it's time to turn the page
When you're only wet
Because of the rain
When you're only wet
Because of the rain
Because of who
Because of the rain
Because of
Because of the
the rain.

Anne finished softly and looked down at her hands and shivered. But no one saw it, they were just starting to open their eyes.

"Beautiful." someone whispered.

Anne turned around to face her crowd, she glanced at Kitty who had tears suspended in her eyes. Anne smiled with a blush, she couldn't believe she gave in to these people and played the song she wrote for an old friend. She also hoped no one read more into the lyrics than they were supposed to, especially the chorus because it may sound a little risqué, in the most childish way. But it seemed as if everyone sort of understood the song in their own secretive way because no one was speaking, they were all just staring off into nothing.

The first person to speak was Kitty who sat up from the arm of Red's chair and said,

"It's pretty late girls, you should probably be getting home."

AN: The song that Anne plays is Northern Lad by Tori Amos on the album "From The Choirgirl Hotel" And thank you to the people reading this little imaginative story from my head. And I promise that it will be Jackie and Hyde and not Hyde and Anne.