BlakeCollins
Moon
- Joined
- Mar 26, 2016
Blake walked along the halls of the high-school. His head hung low his black hair covering most of his grey eyes. Chatter filled the halls as groups of friends hung out and talked. Blake stopped in the middle of the hall looking around. He noticed a familiar door. The music room... he hadn't been inside there for so long. He reached for the golden door knob softly turning it ad the door creaked open. He stood in the door way silent. The only light was from the sun pouring through the windows. There it was... the grand black piano. The thing he desired and the thing that he hated. He hasn't touched a single key in 4 years.
He walked quietly into the room setting his bag on the ground. He sat down in the floor infront of the piano just staring at it. His chest felt empty just looking at the piano. He sighed laying back on the ground staring up at the ceiling. Why did he wonder in here? This room tortured him. He wondered when one of his few friends would come save him.
((HI if you would like to join just post your reply. Just a Lil heads up. Blake was a world renowned piano player at only the age of 10. But when his mother died at the age of 14 he couldn't hear the music playing anymore. He felt like his world was torn away.))
He walked quietly into the room setting his bag on the ground. He sat down in the floor infront of the piano just staring at it. His chest felt empty just looking at the piano. He sighed laying back on the ground staring up at the ceiling. Why did he wonder in here? This room tortured him. He wondered when one of his few friends would come save him.
((HI if you would like to join just post your reply. Just a Lil heads up. Blake was a world renowned piano player at only the age of 10. But when his mother died at the age of 14 he couldn't hear the music playing anymore. He felt like his world was torn away.))