Authors Note~ Chopin loved Pleyels.
Chapter 3~ The Ball
The ball was over. Beat and Polka were talking about the dancing when Poland walked in the ballroom. He spent his time listening to the magical composer's music. Austria could play his music good, but the composer himself is playing his own piece! It was not going to get better than this!
Beat said "I didn't know that Fredric could play so well!"
Polka had a shocked expression on her face "That was Fredric?"
Poland had a slight grin on his face."He's always outdone himself."
Polka looked at Poland."He has?"
"He's an amazing composer, it's a sad fate that he's going to die soon."
Polka sighed. "I'm going to die soon too. You see Poland, people who use magic are going to die soon."
Poland looked at Polka and then at that piano. "This is one messed up dream."
Polka said "Do you really believe Fredric? That this is a dream?"
Poland said " I do. You see I live in Warsaw too. His work is known around the world."
Beat said "It is?"
"Yea."
Just then March grabbed Polka and Beat and dragged them to the prince's room. It had only been a couple of hours but Poland knew all of their personalities. They were probably thinking about food. They left the ball room.
The ball room was empty. Poland slowly walked to the piano that Chopin played on not even a couple of hours ago and examined it. Even in death, that man was playing on a piano. And not just any piano... a Pleyel.