Melody

This story is about a small, blonde haired girl called Melody. She used to live in London but when her dad got a job offer he couldn't refuse they move to a small town called Thertin in the Rockies, America. Melody thinks her life is officially over Thertin was pretty much non-existent it didn't even have a Starbucks and it's nearest shopping centre is forty-six miles away. What she doesn't realise is that a certain boy-band has decided to take a break and thinks Thertin is the perfect location after all it is pretty much non-existent. They want to escape all the paparazzi, the fans, the fame. And lucky enough Melody isn't a fan but can they convince her otherwise?

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10. Chapter 10 - Piano

The scenery was beautiful. The lush green mountains overlooking a glassy lake that showed a mirror image of the clear blue sky. It looked like something out of a painting.

   I had borrowed a map from the tourist information point and had made my way through the forest. Enjoying the scenery while listing to my iPod. My friends back in England all thought I was weird because I listened to classical music, instead of all that pop music. I just preferred Mozart and Beethoven to Justin Bieber and One Direction I, guess they just weren't my thing.

   I had reached the edge of the lake now. My boots sank into the golden sand bank that lined the edge of the lake. I just knew I had to take my shoes of. To feel the sand between my toes, even though it was only two degrees.

   I stepped into the freezing water, my feet instantly felt like blocks of ice. But it was worth it, to feel the gentle water lapping at my feet. I reached down and rolled my jeans to just above my knees. Then waded further into the lake.  The stress that I had felt throughout the week melted away, and was replaced with a peaceful serenity. I shed my head of all thoughts and replaced it with the gentle melody of the piano, my fingers drifting through the air stroking the invisible piano keys. The notes came to me starting of gentle and lulling then slowly picking up speed getting faster and faster until my fingers could barely keep up with my mind. Then gradually slowing down back into that gentle lulling melody, finishing on a long clear note.

   I opened my eye, not having realised I had closed them. And looked around, suddenly felling desperate for the feel of a real piano keys beneath my fingers. Dad hadn't got around to buying me my own piano yet, although he had promised. He did mention something about there being a piano in the community centre. It would have to do.

   I got out of the water shocked at how cold my feet felt. Quickly shoving on my shoes I gathered my discarded hoodie and began to walk back.

 

   It only took me thirty-five minutes to get back as opposed to the hour it had taken me previously. But then again I hadn't stopped to admire the view so often, as I was so focused on getting to the piano.

   As I sighed in at reception. I noticed that I was the only person that appeared to use the piano. Pretty much the only paper that was filled was to the game room, but in a town this small it probably wasn't surprising. I ignored the shouts and laughs coming from the game room and marched on through to the piano room pleasantly surprised to find it empty and even more so to find that it was not a cheap old out of tune piano. But a great big shiny black grand piano. I ran over and sat down on the stool checking the notes to make sure it sounded as good as it looked.

   At first touch, I knew the grand was a honey-full toned, powerful, capable of a great range. It relaxed me as nothing else could, providing a barrier between me and the rest of the world.

   I started playing knowing that it would be impossible to stop. Hesitantly I played the first few bars to the song then relived as they sounded as good, even better than I had hoped, I started playing letting the melody flow through my fingers. Closing my eyes and feeling the music course through me. It was magical.

   As my fingers played out the final notes I realised I was not alone when I was playing a group of people had somehow managed to slip into the room without me noticing. I never played in front of people. My cheeks instantly reddened and I jumped up from the piano stool and ran out of the room brushing past one out of the five people that where standing there. 'Wait!' I hared a voice call out, strangely familiar. But I ignored it running out the door not even pausing to sign out.

 

 

 

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