The grand piano was in a corner. The keys looked worn out, as if the music filled this house anew every day. What a musical family, one would think. What a harmonious family would be determined. What a role model for a family, one would say among themselves.
Lost in thought, you would look through the glass window, look at the wing lit by the sun, and listen up in horror when someone stomps down the stairs at full speed.
Not a harmonious family if you contradicted yourself again and went on and slandered the fact that a few seconds ago you had admired this family.
What a harmonious world.
The heavy steps came closer and closer, shook the harmony of this world. A disturbed, loud crying instantly made the suspected thoughts about the musicality of this family disappear.
A remarkably slim silhouette tore the door open and took a few steps to the center of the room and stood there, a little perplexed. Where should she continue her desolation door? Yes, where only ...
As if by chance, her gaze fell on the wing in the corner. The sunlight made the music paper with Beethoven seem downright tempting.
She spun around and stared at the antique clock on the wall for a long time. 16.10 a.m. Slowly, after all, she was a girl and had a reason not to be an ace in math, she worked out how many minutes she could take and, after a moment's hesitation, decided to go to the piano.
She was so elegant that it was hard to believe how she had stomped all the way down. She sat down on a small stool in front of the piano, threw her head back, and put her fingers in attack position. The whole house groaned under the cute tones and a small smile appeared on her face - the only nice thing about a face smeared with make-up. Who knew what she was thinking and whether her thoughts were with Beethoven at all when her thin fingers glided faster and faster over the keys. Her fingers clicked harder and harder on the white, thin blocks. As if lost in a trance, she played with her eyes closed, missing several keys every second. The crooked tones flew through the whole house, reached the saving outside world through the relatively thin glass wall and wrapped it in a protective robe.
She knew She knew that she would find her peace in the chaos now - no one would disturb her right now. Nobody would go into her house and ask about her. If so, mother would just send them away so that no one could see her daughter in such a condition. Nobody would look at her crookedly because her make-up was melted. Nobody would comment on her boyfriend who put her on over and over again. Nobody would want to comfort her and explain that her boyfriend is the very last one anyway.She hit the keys harder and harder, venting all her anger on the poor piano. Yes, verily - the music filled this house every day.
She slowly calmed down, sighed in annoyance, but didn't stop playing.
She didn't want to talk to anyone, and giving up would have resulted in communicating with loved ones all too quickly. She had absolutely no guts and, above all, no nerves. She was far too angry for that.
"Hey?"
As if frozen, she dropped her hands, which began to shake imperceptibly. She wanted to tell him so much. I hate you. Leave me alone. Bite me. Don't you dare get closer to me. How did you get in Why did you move me Get lost. Run away. Find someone else to play with. Follow Beethoven.
"Heeey ..." She hastily wiped away her tears and sighed.
"Sorry that I moved you ... But now I have noticed that I still have time. Are you very angry?" His soft voice sounded reassuring and not at all guilty.
"No, no, Beethoven's pieces last forever anyway."