Erik:
Hey! You changed the story.
Me:
Errr, correction!...I improved it. (rolls eyes)
Erik:
Oh? and how may I ask, has this alteration improved the story?
Me:
And yes, you may ask...
Erik:
(grunts)
Me:...
It's because it fits in perfectly with mine! (grins)
Erik:
But I liked it when the Opera house burnt down and killed loads of
people! (sulks)
Me:
oh dear...someone's getting a bit emotional! (gives mocking grin)
Erik:
oh, shutup!
Me: I must say, that was a bit
inhumane Erik! even if the bastards did gawk at your face when
Christine took off your mask.
Erik:
When have I ever been considered human?
Me:
(rubs chin) Good point...hmm, its time like these when I feel really
sorry for you...I should really close my annoying gop.
Erik:
On considering the latter point, I wish there were more of those
moments.
Me:
(gives evil stare) don't get cocky with me! you never know what I can
do to you in this story! Mwhahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!
Erik:(gulps)
Me:
anyways, I'm doing this for your benefit you know!
Erik:
how?
Me:
Well...instead, you don't snuff it.
Erik:
you have a wonderful way with words. (he adds sarcastically) did you
know that?
Me:
why, yes I did, but thankyou!...and you meet someone who could end up
giving you something you've alsways wanted!
Erik:
If I am correct in what your implying,then, no one is going to
replace Christine! I cannot love anyone else but her.
Me:
that's really sweet Erik but she's long gone you twit! but we shall
see, we shall see how the plot develops...
There she sat, at the edge of the stage on a red leather stool. She looked around hesitantly.
"No...no one must be here, it's abandoned...no one will hear!" She reassured herself.
She raised her hands and struck the first note and then stopped. The ecoustic was ideal, but the sound from that one note...was louder than she had ever imagined. She started again but cautiously. The next note was played and then slowly she gathered up her confidence and soon she swept over the keys with ease. Her fingers moved around so lightly as if they had wings. The tremendous sound travelled all around the massive room and there was a slight tremour in the ground. The room that had once been full of cheerful, merry people and music...and then deserted seemed to come back to live again. The thick sheet of dust on top of the grand piano seemed to sweep off at every note that she played. The theatre had now become lighter and warmer than ever before as if she had cast some magical spell over the place.
The girl never realised the magnificence of her playing...but she just carried on with so much feeling and passion from herself into that one piece. When finished she was ashamed to notice a few tears roll down her face...the piece was so emotional that at that moment some things in the past that had upset her entered the girls mind...some old silly things that didn't even matter any more.
However, when she had ended the piece, the room became once again...gloomy and liveless like before...like the past year it had always been, day after day accumulating more dust and cobwebs. So many memories she saw lingered there... it made her shudder with discomfort.