"This is where it stops, this is where it ends."
"If you want to get past me well you better try again,"
"But no matter how I stall you, you won't give up your att-" I got cut off by a running sound outside. I paused my fingers, they where perfectly still as I listened. The beautiful sounds of the strings in the piano as I pressed the keys felt magical. Like I was in a symphony, playing for millions up on millions of people.
"Honey, are you really out here again performing your useless little melodies again?" A precise voice came from the shed door.
"There not useless melodies, Aunt Chrissy." I glared at my proper and prim looking aunt. She had a pink pencil skirt, a pink fancy jacket, a white blouse, and blonde curly hair. When she walked, her stiff curls didn't move an inch. I bet it's all that hairspray she uses to cover up every single bit of nastiness.
"Have you finished your chores? I have a meeting with the mayor today at 3 and I absolutely can NOT Have the house looking like a wreck!" She stomped her foot, the 8 inch heel on her shoe made a click noise when it hit the glossy, wooden, floor. "I bet it's as much as a wreck as you right now."
"I finished them a while ago, but as you can see, im trying to write my 'useless little melodies' here..."
"Hmph!" She rushed out of our shed and into a grand white mansion. Can you guess where my Aunt lives? Oh yeah, the most expensive house in the neighborhood.. Hello, I'm Melanie. And I have one of the most musically depressing lives ever...