Alicia POV

The soft music of jazz played around the kitchen room and floor. Comforting saxophones resonated deep in me with a passion for music, that my mom and dad had drilled into me.

Pouring the cup of coffee into my travelling mug, my side bag strap digging into my shoulder. Humming some more of the tempo that just kept popping into my head, wind chimes flowing outside the window tinkling out the same music.

Sitting at the table, my dad read the morning newspaper. Being the cliche of one of those old style family shows, sipping at his own cup of coffee. His briefcase lying open, spilling over with staff paper and sheet music all over the table. All the music notes scattered around, playing out a chaotic tune with no set rhythm.

Heaving a sigh, I grabbed some of the papers helping to organize them in order. Placing some of the sheet music into their correct order and with their corresponding sheets. A bowl of paperclips sat in the middle of the table, along with a cup of pen, a stack of more blank music sheets and even some notepads.

He must have set up the table again as his desk, again, thinking to myself. Paper clipping some of the sheets together, that way none would get mixed together. Plopping down in the opposite chair, I felt a metal surface against my toes. Looking beneath, spotting a medium sized filing cabinet.

"Dad, you know it helps to work in your office instead of in the kitchen," giving him a critical look. Staring at the tousled red hair and angled eyebrows, one cocked into a question mark.

"I can't stand that stuffy office. You can't hear anything in their and no sunlight gets through those windows. Also, it faces the highway, scaring away any morning songbirds," Such a pity that the Concert Hall sent us here to help the school build up their music program."

Remembering the paperwork my dad have given me to read over, about how the schools education board was thinking about closing the Band and Choir classes because of the lack of interest in them. Another sheet having some bar graphs, displaying all the popular groups going on in the school.

"Apparently, the swim team is getting really popular. I don't understand though," looking at the graphs, I could clearly see that none of the club had much members," It seems like all the clubs are having troubles keeping up with the swimming club, not just the music club."

Fingering my Lyre lapel pin, sticking out from my loose hanging blue tie. Thinking of my induction ceremony into the organization called Concert Hall, a group full of musically talented people. Trying to protect the art of music, believing that no one really is embracing the musical arts anymore. Only wanting to exercise their bodies and not their mind, missing out on the feeling of music swirling in the air causing many different emotions to fly through you.

Remembering the day that my dad took me to one of his concerts, sitting among everyone. Feeling cramped and scared, only my aunt to keep me comforted but her sour disposition couldn't curb the unease.

But as the lights dimmed down and everyone started to hush, the bright beams of light shone on the stage. My dad walking out from the left, carrying a small type of guitar; knowing now that it was a violin. The silence casted a calm through everyone, anticipating the music and resonance of sound through the concert hall.

Raising the bow to the violin, the energy from anticipating the music shook my body a buzz. Listening to the melody rise and fall through the hall, peace clouded the eyes of the spectators in the next seat.

But it took everything for me not to stand up on my seat and start singing, a melody played in my ears. Eagerly prying my attention so to burst forth into the crowds, adding emphasis to the melody playing throughout the room.

The memory still teased at me, that was the beginning of pleading my music lessons," Dad, do you think maybe that there might be some else going at the school. Something that normal eyes can't see," along with that memory came a scary one. Right after that recital, our car got into an.

Something with a massive body and cold mist pouring out everywhere in the cool night, had stomped its foot onto the hood of our car. A film of frost poured onto the windshield, even in the back seat the chill made my body shake. Watching my parents exchange a weird look,

Just letting you all know this chapter isn't complete and I'm hoping that you guys will still enjoy it. There is lots of information about Alicia pouring into this chapter and I still like there is to much. So heads up that it will be changing a lot! Plz read and review!