@emilysgrace gets a plotted starter!
Lavender shades surround her with an edge with silver and smell of rich food and flute glasses sparkling wine, she knows she is in a dream. Deja vu. Hadn’t she spoken to Mama about that before? Hadn’t she?
Dolores plays the piano once more, someone has told her it’s an anniversary party and they’ve been happily married for 10 years. If she presses hard, she remembers a party not long before, where she played piano before. Two years ago?
That can’t be right. Just another dream. And so, she plays music for a little while; the wife’s favorite songs, before she is told she can get up. She stands up from the table in her soft, demure lavender dress, and slips away from the party. She’s never like parties and something aches to be there.
She slips into a hallway, her mind befuddled at the pain and memory before she pauses upon hearing the slightest of footsteps. A gentle turn of the head and she sees a young brunette girl, not quite eight?, peering around the corner. Dolores smiles at this, kneeling, as her pale eyes look into the girl’s astonished gaze. “Now what are you doing up this late, miss?”
Emily loved parties. All the people and friends and friends children. It made her large house seem tiny when it was so busy like this. She loved being able to spend time with people but she also knew her bedtimes were strictly enforced.
Once all the other kids were gone it was time for her to leave so, as her dad said “The grown ups could discuss grown up things.”
It wasn’t fair at all, she was nearly 8 now and that meant she knew a lot more than she had when she was 6. She should at least be able to watch the pretty lady from the park play the piano.
She let her parents tuck her into bed though and pretended to sleep the first time they came to check on her. She’d figured out that if she did this, they wouldn’t check on her again until the party was over, and that gave her plenty of time to go and listen to the conversations from the many hiding places she had found.
Still in her pajamas she snuck downstairs and into a little side room so she could peer through the door and wait until the coast was clear. Once it looked like she could move again she took a few steps and peered around a corner to find herself face to face with the woman from the parks.
She stifled a squeak of surprise, not wanting to alert any of the proper grown ups to her presence. “I just wanted to see you play more music.” She said once the brief shock had worn off. “Please don’t tell my parents.”
