Me: Yay! (claps hands) ...my first chapter done!
Erik: Well...is that it?
Me: What do you mean?
Erik: Ugh! What I mean is...is that all you wrote?
Me: errr, yes...(hurtful expression)...are you insinuating something?
Erik: oh no, no, no...(coughs) yes
Me: out with it!
Erik: it is a bit short, wouldn't you think? Wouldn't you think your reader's would be wanting a bit more?
Me: did I ask for your opinion?
Erik: no
Me: then, shutup!
Erik: (frowns)
Me: oh my dear Erik...you have so much to learn (gives mocking grin) Are you not familiar with the term, 'Suspense' ?
Erik: (scowls)

Every week since she would come back and forth to the Opera Populaire to play the piano. Odd it would seem, but she had her reasons...even though she had a piano of her own at home...mainly the girl came to practice since she hated playing at home knowing that everyone could hear...the prospect of this made her make numerous mistakes as she became too tense. However, the Opera Populaire...being abandoned served as the perfect place to be alone with her music. The solitude was something she rarely possessed and she took great pleasure out of it. No one could bother her...well...at least she thought so...

On the eighth week she came as usual on a Sunday evening. She carried a huge bag over one of her shoulders. The bag was so full and had exploded on the way there, that she had resorted to having all the sheets of music scrunched up in both hands. The reason for the extremely heavy burden which was hunched over her back was due to her having visited a friend...which meant residing in their house way over on the other side of the city. However the girl insisted on taking the trip there and back by foot as the weather had been so fine...but there she was, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

After another session of playing she thought she heard something...a creak and then a faint thud from above. The girl immediately stopped packing away her things and looked straight up to where the cat walk was, suspended by many robes. There she thought she caught glimpse of a shadow amongst the beams...but it disappeared as soon as the girl had moved her head.

Was she dreaming? Was she imagining things? Ever since she had started playing the girl had sensed some kind of strange presence lurking...watching...listening to her and this made her feel slightly uncomfortable...if not, extremely uneasy. Maybe she was getting a bit tired...