Jan 30, 2014
Music Therapy?
Emma had felt a little better after talking to Misty. She’d listened to some of her old music for the first time in a while, and she forgot how much she liked it. She ventured down the hallway and saw the empty music room. She stepped in, and the huge, brown piano sat there, almost calling her name. She fought a small smile, as she quickly wiped down the bench before sitting down. She stared at the bright white keys for several minutes before gently pressing a few of them. Vaguely remembering the piano lessons she'd taken as a very young child, and sighing.
