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Chapter 3: A Little Night Music

After I had dinner with Charlie and told him about my plans for tomorrow (he was pleased of course), I excused myself to continue getting settled in my room. There were still several boxes that needed attending to. But by the time I got upstairs, I realized just how tired I was. After a day like this, I definitely needed some rest. I collapsed onto my bed and quickly fell asleep…

When I woke up, I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 2:00 in the morning. Damn. I tried to get comfy again, but then I discovered what could have woken me up. The sounds of a piano floated gently into my room. Odd. I hadn't left my classical CD on. Hell, I hadn't even put it into my CD player. And Charlie wasn't the classical music type of guy. So what was it? It took me a minute for my brain to start functioning, but I realized where the music was coming from—downstairs.

Downstairs?

We didn't have a stereo or anything, so the only source of music was…the piano? I decided to go investigate.

The music was still playing as I crept slowly through the hallway to go downstairs. Funny enough, what was happening didn't really scare me. The fact that I like classical music might've had something to do with it. And I actually knew what the song was—Mozart's "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik"—a very pretty piece. I was very careful to walk quietly; I didn't want to interrupt the beautiful music. But of course, you can't teach an old dog new tricks, and my klutzy-ness made itself known. As I rounded the corner to creep downstairs, I rammed my knee right into the banister. I drew my breath in sharply, startled. But that shock turned to pain, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I knew my knee would definitely have a bruise tomorrow. As I was getting my bearings, I realized with a shock that the music had stopped.

Oh God.

I didn't even breathe while I waited for it to start again. To my relief and delight, it did.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I collected myself (and congratulated myself mentally for not ruining everything and falling down the stairs) while I listened to the music. I wondered what exactly I would find when I looked around the corner at the piano, but I wasn't fearful—merely curious. I took a deep breath, peeked into the living room, and gasped in surprise at what I saw. The piano cover was carefully folded up, revealing the perfect black and white keys…which were moving by themselves! I gasped again, only this time, it was a bit louder than I thought it would be. Oh shit, now I've done it! The music stopped abruptly, and with that absence of music came a feeling of uncertainty. I had disrupted this peaceful phenomenon, so now what was going to happen? I didn't want to find out. I ran back upstairs as fast as I could go; I didn't care if I made noise.

As I lay in bed, I tried to make sense of what I was feeling at that moment. I felt absolutely silly for running away. But I didn't run away because I was afraid of what I saw. I ran because I was afraid that I had made the spirit (or at least I think it was a spirit) mad by secretly listening. It had probably wanted some alone time, and I ruined that. Think about it—you're playing the piano in the quietness of your home and suddenly, you're interrupted by a noise. I'm sure you'd be a little annoyed, probably even startled by that sound. I hadn't wanted to barge in and scare the spirit—I wanted to give it space. I also ran because I was embarrassed and ashamed that I interrupted something so beautiful. It wasn't threatening in any way. It's not like the spirit was floating around the house wielding a knife. It was simply playing the piano—a very innocent task. I came to a conclusion: that I would not bother this spirit. I wouldn't go looking for it because I didn't want to inadvertently do anything to annoy it. If it wanted to be around me, it would make itself known.

I knew that I couldn't do anything about it now, so I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to come.

Wasn't this chapter fun?! Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to beautiful music. And for the record, I LOVE "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik"! I think the exact translation is actually "A Little Night Music"…hence the title for the chapter. I have a link to the song information on my profile page if any of you are interested. I know it was written for a chamber ensemble, but who cares? I think it could be performed by a piano. And if anyone was talented enough to take a chamber ensemble piece and make it piano-friendly, it would probably be Edward! Anyways, there'll be some more interesting occurrences in the next chapter. I'll probably update again on Sunday…YAY! Please read and review. Thank you so much.