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Hey, this is something I wrote for a writing competition for the G&T program in my county and I won Best of Round for it.
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Melissa slid onto the piano bench carefully, and let out a shudder as the frigid air bit at her. Again, she wondered why this concert hall was always so cold. No one else would willingly play there, for the hall was rumored to be filled with ghosts. Melissa didnt believe the rumors, though, and she found a nice safe haven in this place anyway.
Melissa placed her fingers gracefully upon the chipped ebony keys. The old grand piano seemed to groan with the new, unfamiliar weight. All at once the silent room was filled with wonderful, pulsing music. Melissas nimble fingers skittered upon the keys, her feet pounding on the pedals. A strange feeling started to creep up on her, but she forced it out with the music.
A voice boomed out, What are you doing in my piano hall? Melissa stopped playing and sat very, very still.
If I dont move, they wont see me, she told herself.
An old man hobbled onto the stage, gripping his cane with one white bony hand. He stared at Melissa menacingly and said steadily, Restless spirit?
Melissa swallowed, paralyzed with fear. The man said, Off with you then, ghost.
Melissa whispered, Yes sir.
There was a glint in the mans eye. I will play for you. Melissa disappeared into the air, not a single trace left of her.
The man took her place at the piano, and instantly a soft, lilting piece flowed from the deep hollows of the pianos chest. He knew all eyes were on him, watching, taking note of every movement. Yet he knew that his was the only beating heart in the room.
Finally the piece ended. The man gripped his cane again and stood. He announced to the open air, Music has a pulse, he paused. Dead or alive.
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Melissa slid onto the piano bench carefully, and let out a shudder as the frigid air bit at her. Again, she wondered why this concert hall was always so cold. No one else would willingly play there, for the hall was rumored to be filled with ghosts. Melissa didnt believe the rumors, though, and she found a nice safe haven in this place anyway.
Melissa placed her fingers gracefully upon the chipped ebony keys. The old grand piano seemed to groan with the new, unfamiliar weight. All at once the silent room was filled with wonderful, pulsing music. Melissas nimble fingers skittered upon the keys, her feet pounding on the pedals. A strange feeling started to creep up on her, but she forced it out with the music.
A voice boomed out, What are you doing in my piano hall? Melissa stopped playing and sat very, very still.
If I dont move, they wont see me, she told herself.
An old man hobbled onto the stage, gripping his cane with one white bony hand. He stared at Melissa menacingly and said steadily, Restless spirit?
Melissa swallowed, paralyzed with fear. The man said, Off with you then, ghost.
Melissa whispered, Yes sir.
There was a glint in the mans eye. I will play for you. Melissa disappeared into the air, not a single trace left of her.
The man took her place at the piano, and instantly a soft, lilting piece flowed from the deep hollows of the pianos chest. He knew all eyes were on him, watching, taking note of every movement. Yet he knew that his was the only beating heart in the room.
Finally the piece ended. The man gripped his cane again and stood. He announced to the open air, Music has a pulse, he paused. Dead or alive.
wow, that's really good! 
