When I opened my eyes I was sitting at a piano. I stared at the black and white keys in front of me, then at the music score sitting on the Piano stand.
“Where…” I uttered. Then I heard clapping. I looked up and saw that I was back at school. All my classmates were clapping for me. I looked around dazed and confused. Wasn’t I inside the old house? Why am I here now?
“Well done Arlene. That was astonishing. The haunting melody sent chills down my spine. It was really a wonderful piece of music.” The teacher was talking to me but I felt unnerved. What was happening? Then it all came back to me. I was the child of Jacob Artiste and I was a musical prodigy. I had been working on a new piece of music but had had ‘Musician’s Block’, making me unable to finish my music piece I had written. A few days ago something had inspired me and I was able to finish the piece. Now I presenting it to my music class and it had obviously been a success.
“Thank you. I did have trouble writing this piece though, as you know, but I’m just so glad that I was able to finish it. I’m glad you all enjoyed it.” I smiled at everyone in the class. I found Jeremy sitting in the front row and he smiled at me. Same old Jeremy I thought. I frowned, why would I think something like that? I went and sat next to him in the empty chair to his right.
“Arlene, that was awesome, it was kind of a sad song, but still…it was…awesome.” I laughed at Jeremy’s lack of words.
“Thanks, I thought it was…awesome to.” I sat there while some other pupils played their pieces. Some of these guys really have potential. I could even start my own music band with them. I did not realise that these thoughts were coming from me. They were automatic, as if I had always had thoughts like these my whole life. I vividly remembered what I had been feeling just a few moments before, the negative energy and depressing thoughts. Now it felt like I was a whole different person, I felt more positive about things and could only think positive thoughts.
Maybe it was my music that made me feel so wretched. I thought. Wait did I just use “wretched” in a sentence? I found myself frowning again. Something was coming back…but what? I remembered seeing the old Victorian house, and then something happened…but what?
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