"Dad, please, give it back!" Luna cried, trying to pry her precious bass away from her dad's hands. "I've had it since forever!"

"Well there's no used keeping it here!" he replied, tearing it away from her once more and walking upstairs. "I'm keeping it in my room until I can find a way to sell it."

"Sell it? But Dad! I need this guitar!" she explained, clenching her fists.

"For what?" he asked. Stopping midway up the stairs.

"I need it to make wicked rad music! It'll help me get the job I want!"

"And what job is that?"

"A rock star!" she replied matter of factly.

"Oh, wow, yeah, that's totally the best career for you!" her father said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "How about trying to find a reasonable job? Like an accountant or an engineer?"

"I'm not interested in any of that stuff dad! I need to keep making music, then I'll be recognized." She tried to explain again. Her father continued walking to his room.

"Luna..."

"I'll get noticed by Mick Swagger, I'll make tons of money!"

"Luna."

"I'll even show mom what she's missing out on!"

"Luna, for God's sake when are you going to face the music! You'll never make it into the goddamn music industry!" Her father snapped. After that final sentence, he went to his room and slammed the door, making sure to lock it behind him.

Luna just stood there, shocked. Not going to make it in the music industry? What? Come on, she had to have some shot. I mean, she had written all those letters to Mick Swagger, practically begging him to take her as a guitarist. And it wasn't that she wasn't talented either. She had enough skills with stringed instruments, even the ukelele! There had to be a way to get the job of her dreams, there had to be.

Luna trudged over to her room, shoulders slouched and her body hunched over in sadness. She walked over to her bed and threw herself onto it, curling up and trying to bury herself in the sheets, wanting to disappear. Where was the encouragement she always got from her parents? Where was the love and adoration she had when she played music for her siblings? In fact, where was the music itself?

Still curled up on the bed, she began to softly cry. Everything in her life that had been enjoyable was now being taken away, and there was mothing she could do about. It was at that very moment she knew...

The music in life had faded away.