Stevie's POV

The gang and I arrive at the hotel, and we notice how glamorous New York is. We see the hustle and bustle of the glamorous New York, but Zander and Charlie just act like he they're visiting Granny's house.

"How could you not gaze at the beauty of New York?" Kacey's mom asks.

"It's great on a Christmas night. But in the daylight... It looks like someone threw up all over the city." Zander says nonchalantly.

"Okay guys, the girls will sleep in one room, you guys sleep in another. You know the drill. Your room is at the end of the hall over there." she says handing Zander the keycard and pointing the guys to the end of the hall. The guys head to the end of the hall, while Kacey's mom opens up the door to our room.

"Wow..." Kacey says as she marvels at our room. Well, there's not much to say. It's big and beautiful. But it's so... Pink. There's a balcony and everything you can imagine.

"I call that bed!" I yell as I throw my luggage next to it and jump into bed with a sigh. Kacey just rolls her eyes as she takes the next bed. The room may be a little pink, but I'll put up with it.

"What should we do now? It's still pretty early. Like three."

"My Mom and I are gonna go shopping. You wanna come?" Kacey asks me.

"No thanks. I think I'll just play T on the streets of New York." I say.

"Okay then. Be here by... I don't know. Nine?" Kacey's mom says.

"Sure Ms. Simon." I say as I grab T and head out the door.

I roam around the streets of New York with T marveling at how rushed the people look. But then I notice a certain shop that catches my eye. Bernie's Pawn Shop, to be specific.

I enter the shop, and take a look around. There's a bunch of things there that make me want to stay there forever. I see a collection of combat boots in the corner, and a shiny trumpet sitting on a bookcase filled with old books.

I notice a piano in the middle of the room. It's so beautiful. I want to play it so bad. I haven't played much of the piano lately.

I look around the room to see if there's anyone here. I see a middle aged man in the other corner of the room dusting a few knick knacks such as several pieces of old jewelry and baseball cards from the sixties.

"Hello?" I ask him. He turns around and greets me with a smile.

"Hi! Are you here to sell your uke?" he asks pointing to my ukulele.

"Oh, I'm not here to sell T. I'm just browsing. Can I play that piano over there?" I ask him.

"Oh sure, but I have to let you know that it's not for sale."

"Well, why not?" I ask him curiously walking up to the piano.

"Well, some fella wearing a fedora came here asking me if he could buy this piano. I said no, but I told him that I would hold it for him while he saved up for it." he explains.

A fella in a fedora? Piano?

"Was this fella named Charlie?"

"Charlie Prince, yes. Nice young lad. I think he used to play on the streets here. I wonder whatever happened to him. He one day suddenly stopped coming to the pawn shop," he says with a sad look in his eyes. "How do you know Charlie?" he asks me.

"I met him in California." I say.

"Is he back in New York?" he asks me.

"Did people miss him?" I ask.

"Oh yeah. Especially Kadee. She's been loitering my pawn shop and The Palace looking for Charlie for a long time," he says. "Do you know where he is?" he asks me with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Sorry. He's in Kansas."

"Really?"

"Nope. He's back in New York, so don't worry." I say as a smile appears on his face.

"Well, I'll be dusting those boots over there. Go ahead and play the piano if you want. Just make sure you don't damage anything, or... Something." he says as he makes his way to the combat boot collection.

I've never really been to a pawn shop before, but by the looks of it, I'm a little girl in a candy store.

I make my way over to the piano, and examine it. Charlie's mom must've been an expert at playing the piano. I can't believe Arthur would just throw this piano away to a pawn shop. Charlie must've enjoyed listening to his mother play the piano while he was little.

I sit down at the piano and start to play something. I play my heart out for about thirty minutes, until I hear the bell above the door ring.

I look up to see Charlie come in with his uke case strapped to his back and a curious look on his face. For some reason, I hide behind the piano trying not to be noticed.

"Charlie!" I hear Bernie say.

"Bernie!" Charlie says with a smile as they give each other man hugs.

"Where have you been man?" Bernie asks him.

"I've been in California for a while. Now I'm back." Charlie says nonchalantly.

"Permanently?"

"I'm not so sure about that Bernie. A lot has happened in California."

"Like what?"

"Well, I met nice people, and I found family."

"Family? What do you mean family?" Bernie asks totally confused.

"Nothing. I'll just be spending time with Sylvia."

"Okay then. Oh, and there's a girl here who knows you."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. She's there with Sylvia right now. I'll be dusting the antiques." he says and then he goes back to dusting.

Sylvia? Who's Sylvia.

Charlie takes a few steps looking at the piano, and then he sees me hiding. I give him a timid smile and wave.

"Are you hiding?"

"Kind of. So... Who's Sylvia?" I ask him.

"Scooch over?" he asks, and I scoot over as he sits next to me on the piano stool. "Sylvia is this piano."

"The piano has a name?"

"Your uke has a name."

"Touché Charlie."

"Anyways, my mom named this piano. Sylvia. When I was little and I had nightmares, she used to play the piano for me to calm me down. To let me know that she was there for me whenever I was scared. I know it sounds dorky, but-"

"I don't think it's dorky."

"Oh really?"

"It's better than what my mom would do," I say as I absentmindedly play a few notes on the piano. "Whenever I had nightmares when I was little, she would always lead me into the kitchen and she would give me some ham."

"Ham is pretty soothing." he chuckles and he plays some song on the piano.

"Hey... What song is that?" I ask him.

"Oh, nothing important." he says nonchalantly.

"It sounds cool. Like this?" I ask him and play the song again.

"You can play by ear? I can never do that. I always have to learn the song." he says. I smirk at his envy. I think it's pretty easy.

"So what's the song?"

"Perfect Harmony."

"Never heard it."

"That's because Kadee never got to sing it."

"Really? Why?"

"Something about her image."

"Tell me more."

Charlie starts playing some random songs, and then he starts telling me his story, "Well, one day, Kadee and I were in this pawnshop sitting here playing the piano. She then played this song and I asked her why I never heard it before. She said it was a song she never really got to share with the world because she wasn't known for those kind of songs."

"Oh. She's known for all that wild music and all, right?"

"Yup." he says and then he plays something.

"Is that another song of Kadee's?" I ask him.

"No. It's a song I wrote that I never got to finish." he says and plays the notes again.

"Hmm..." I play the tune again, then add a few notes to it. I chuckle at my work.

"How did you do that?"

"I'm a musical prodigy. What do you expect?" I say and be both laugh.

"You brought your uke?" he asks me pointing to T.

"Yeah. I see that you brought George."

"So how do you like New York so far?"

"It's pretty awesome so far. I'm loving this pawn shop." I say admiring all the treasures in the room.

"Oh really. Well, this pawn is basically a hidden treasure. The only people that come are me and Kadee. You want to get out of here, or something?" he asks.

"But you just got here."

"I memorized everything that's in this room, I don't have any money for my piano, and I said hello to Bernie. What more can I ask for?"

"Hmm... Okay then. Bye Bernie." I say to Bernie who gives me a smile and a wave.

A/N: I think this is a good place to end the chapter, so I'll end it from here. Anyone have any thoughts? Review.