"All of my life been running Paying the price for living How do the young survive? We're never satisfied, Only if I could listen...."
Her fingers slowly danced over the keys, singing quietly. She'd never had the courage to audition, but at the piano, she felt at home, she felt okay. She could still feel the music and still let the notes surge through her--
Even if she did prefer to sing.
There was one person in the world that she knew had heard her sing, but he...she couldn't see him nearly as much as she liked. Stupid "loyalty" rules. Or something like that.
Annie continued to play, singing gently. She was the least necessary part of her a capella choir, but...again...she could play and was too scared to sing.












