Tom lay back on his bed thinking about the lady that Bill had said he had seen in the mirror.
He himself had seen a person in a mirror before.
He had been sitting in what had been the parlor.
A huge, black, baby grand piano sitting in one corner.
He had sat down and fiddled with the muted yellow keys.
Laughing slightly as they made their old sound, and then he had seen her.
In the large glass metronome that sat on the top of the piano.
Just for a moment, in the glass he had seen a girl sitting next to him and smelled one of those curious forgotten smells.
His head snapped to the side so fast that it hurt, sending shocks of pain up his neck and down his arm.
But she wasn't there.
No one was.
No one ever was.
Tom sighed and stood up, looking at Bill's hunched over form.
He was writing on the little desk that stood in the corner.
"Wacha writing?" Tom asked.
"Song about the girl in the looking glass." Bill mumbled.
"Sounds like Lucy in the sky with diamonds." Tom muttered.
Bill looked up and said to him "Sorta. Only mine is about a girl who looks into the mirror and sees what other people see, not what she is. Not about LSD." He smirked.
"Did you know that Lucy was a real person?" Bill asked.
"Nah uh." Tom said by way of not saying 'No, Bill, I didn't know that'
His brother's useless knowledge wasn't worth a well formed sentence.
"John Lennon's son came home from school one day, he handed John a painting, and it was called 'Lucy in the sky with Diamonds.'" Bill stated. "John saw the girl with kaleidoscope eyes and he was gone."
Bill smiled slightly at his own little joke.
"If he could find inspiration on a Cereal box then I can in some weird ass chick in the mirror." Bill stated, leaning back down and looking at the book underneath him.
"Good luck with that." Tom rolled his eyes and walked out of the room.
There was a loud banging; he figured Gustav was 'playing' the drums.
Soon enough he found himself walking into the parlor again.
The dark green carpet and red musty old drapes seemed to go with the clouds that hovered outside the window.
He walked over to the window and looked out at the street in front of the house, a few people were taking photos.
He sighed and stepped more to the side, hoping that he wasn't caught in the photographers photos.
He flipped them off before shutting the window, the room was thrown into darkness.
Just as he turned on the light he heard the rumble of thunder in the distance.
He sighed as he looked at Georg who was sitting in the corner on the sofa, looking at some magazine.
Georg looked up at him and then back down at the magazine.
Tom numbly sat down at the piano and idly hit a few keys.
After a moment a little melody came out.
A rather simple sound of only a few notes.
Georg looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Since when do you play The Beatles?" he asked, noting the song Tom was playing.
"PICTURE YOURSELF ON A BOAT ON A RIVER! WITH TANGERINE TREES! AND MARMALADE SKIES! SOMEBODY CALLS YOU, YOU ANSWER QUITE SLOWLY, THE GIRL WITH KALEIDOSCOPE EYES!" Tom screamed as he played.
There was a BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG and a "SHUT UP!" from the other room as someone pounded on the wall.
Georg laughed as Tom banged his fists on the piano.
Tom felt eyes on the back of his head, staring at him in disapproval.
"Fine fine, I'm going I'm going." Tom said, standing up and walking into the kitchen.
Georg looked back at him, wondering who he was talking to.
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Betcha didn't know that little tidbit.
The lady who painted it as a little girl died just a short while ago.
RIP "Lucy"