Sparks
By: Sky
( Written June 13, 2006)
(Posted: June 17, 2006)
AN: well I have written anything in a looooong while… lol I blame school. I'm actually supposed to be studying for finals. They end this week and then I'm home free. Ok so I'm kind of out of practice with writing story stories but I'll try to find my groove again. Oh also a shout out to my French teach, happy birthday! He's turning 29 but he looks and acts like he's 22 lol. anyway here's the story.
The sun floated down in the large room. The walls were white and there was a window that spanned the whole length of the room, on one of the adjacent walls. It overlooked the crowded street below. In the center of a room stood a large covered piece of furniture. It too, like the room was covered in a thin layer of dust. The golden door handle slowly began to turn. Slowly the door opened, revealing a man. He was tall with jet-black hair, a pale complexion, and deep azure eyes. As he slowly entered the room, he was bathed in the light from the window and it gave him an angelic quality. He slowly began to pull off the cover resting on top of the piece of furniture, letting the piece of cloth fall to the floor. A puff of dust filled the air and it slowly fell back to earth like small snowflakes. Before the man stood a grand ebony piano. Despite the fact it hadn't been used in a long time it sill shown brightly. The man sat down on the bench adjusting it to the proper distance from the instrument. He opened up the cover protecting the keys, revealing perfect ebony and ivory keys that looked untouched. Slender fingers struck the keys breaking the silence that had filled the room. Shutting his eyes the man began to play from memory. His fingers moved across the keys, as if it were ice and his hands a pair of skaters. Then they feel slipping up, slipping and striking the wrong note. His eyes flew open and his face became downcast. He raised his arms high above his head before he brought them crashing them down upon the keys. Resting his head on the keys, he quietly sobbed while the light continued to stream through the room.
The young women stretched her arms up in the air enjoying the pleasant sensation as she let the light hit her face. The rays of the sun warmed her body causing her to smile brightly. She liked the way that the light seemed to play off of all the buildings casting multi-colors shadows across the city giving it a peaceful feeling. She was having a great day off from her usually boring day at work. The tall buildings around her were her friends and she knew each and everyone of them well. As she made her way past the one with the large window, a quiet sound was picked up by her ears. As she slowed her pace so that she came to a stop in front of the building. The soft notes of a piano drifted down to her. She raised her head in amazement looking up at the room. She had never heard anyone play from this building before in the year she had spent walking by it. She gazed in wonder at the window, wondering who was the person playing, as the beautiful melody engulfed her. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Leaving the young women standing in the middle of the crowded street. She briefly wondered why the person playing had stopped but it wasn't any of her business. She continued along the city street.
AN: Ok hope you liked that! That's the prologue for my latest story Sparks though I might change the title. Please review and send your feedback on the story it really helps me to figure out which way the story should go. Oh and yes in the next chapter there will be dialogue. I thought doing the prologue like this gave it a slightly dramatic effect.
-Sky
