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Know the Song

“Don’t slouch! You’re pounding on the keys again! Stop making such odd facial exspressions!”
The ring of the piano echoed around the large, dark ballroom. Sleepiness clung to my eyelids, I tried desperately to keep up with the tempo my mother had set. She wore a face of pure annoyance.
“Stop stop stop!” I heaved in a deep breath and stilled my hands.”Evelyn, I thought you knew this song!”
“I do mother but-”
“Then please play it! That was utterly horrid!”
“I am trying mother. We’ve been at this all morning! May I please take a moment to breathe?!” The last sentence seemed like it wasn’t just about the morning practice. I stood and turned to Karmedy.
“Please get me a cup of tea” The maid nodded and hurried away. I didn’t meet my mothers gaze as I stepped away from her toward the curtained windows. Suddenly with a growl I grasped the cloth in my fingers and ripped it away, bright sunshine streamed in. I stood blinded for a second. When my vision cleared I noticed a carriage parked in front of my house.

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