2. One Last Story

🎵🎹One Last song🎹🎵

I feel my fingers dance on the keys as I feel one with the song as it goes on and I will always remember this moment. The time when I played my final song.

The school bell rings and everyone dashes out of the classroom, leaving me in the dust. I sigh as I grab my bag and trudge out the door, wondering what it must be like to have a loving family. Ever since I was born my family hated me for some reason that I am not familiar with. I was a single child but it seemed that made my parents hate me more. Whenever I would arrive home, my parents would always find something to get mad at me about and would hurt me before sending me up to my room. At first I thought it was normal until I started going to school. I realised that other children’s parents had love shining bright in their eyes when they picked up their children, while my parent’s eyes were filled with disgust and hatred as if I was an extra job for them. Everyday I would’ve cried in rage when sent back to my room, wondering what I had done wrong. But that was before I discovered the piano in the basement.

When I had first discovered it, I was immediately hooked to it. It had looked like a piece of magic and the sound that had come out of it made me feel as grand as a royal. I soon tried playing something on it and I turned out to be a piano prodigy. Everyday after being sent back to my room I would run straight to the piano and practice. This is what kept me sane my entire life. Day and night I would practice until my eyelids were like panda eyes and after years of non-stop dedication, I finally decided to show the world what I could do.

I prepared flyers so that children could come see my performance but after a couple hundred flyers, I started to question myself. Were people really going to come see the quiet kid who never speaks to anyone, let alone the nobody, play the piano? Pausing the printer, I decided to make do with the flyers I had at the moment. Why waste paper if barely anyone was going to come see, just let the people who want to come, come, not just some people who want to make fun of me and insult me.

Day after night I practice anxiously for my upcoming concert. I didn’t really expect anyone to come but I was determined to show the people who believed in me my best performance ever. I wasn’t going to let those people down.

As the night arrived, I dressed up in my best suit and my most beautiful tie and I went off to the concert held in the one place I felt comfortable in. The old halls of London. As I took a deep breath and strut in hoping to see at least one or two eyes waiting for me but there was nobody. Not even my parents. Suddenly winded, I trembled down onto a seat and just stared off into space, absolutely dumbfounded by my stupidity. How could I believe anyone was going to come? It would have been a miracle if anyone had even seen the poster! Suddenly I started to cry. The world was a dark and evil place. There was no light left in the world for me. But suddenly, I heard a voice whispering from the piano,

“Play me Zack. I’m sure people will come when they hear your lovely melody.”

Sniffling away my last tears, I walked up to the piano and played my piece. It was the beautiful Für Elise.

And as note after note breaks the deathly silence, it’s as if I feel my spirit being lifted up into the air. And as I feel my fingers dance on the piano, feeling one with the song I feel as though I shall always remember this moment as I play my last song. And as the last note plays on the piano I feel as though I can finally rest in peace.