A euphonious melody echoed throughout the empty auditorium. In the middle of the massive stage was a white grand piano and seated in front of it was a girl, no more than eighteen, with hair as black as midnight and eyes, a rare shade of purple. A tear ran down her face as her slender fingers sashayed along the black and white keys of the piano. The song, Rain Tree, took on new heights under the performer's able hands. At that moment, it was just her and the piano.
His feet refused to move. His entire being, mesmerized by the lovely siren playing the piano. The song was alien to him but he knew that whomever was the composer was would be put to shame by the girl. It was such a haunting rendition, sweeter than any ambrosia yet there was a sense of anguish, one that the sweetness simply could not conceal. He could feel her emotions so delightfully conveyed through the song. It was simply wonderful.
He could not contain himself as he brought his hands together and applauded her magnificent performance.
Her fingers froze, not another key was struck, and the playing was brought to a standstill.
Someone has been listening.
The applause was not welcome. Blazing amethyst eyes glared at him with hostility and distaste. She stood up, bowed to an invisible audience and retreated backstage.
