so here are some first draft attempts and some notes. I was hoping some of this could be a group effort.
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Macy ascended the stairs, the weight of her bags coaxing her backwards. She never seemed to notice that she was tired, weary as she was. Somewhere along the way routine numbed out exhaustion and was further curtained by the success that always followed her diligence. When she reached her room opened the door, entering her pristine hiding place. She closed the door very deliberately and let her bags slide of her shoulders by her desk. It was six thirty, and Macy had just got home from pre-season lacrosse. Sitting down at her piano, she began to play, as she did for an hour every night before starting homework. Back straight, fingers slightly curved, she began to play a piece by Handel, which she though rather boring, but she played anyway, for that was what she did every day at 6:30.
Perhaps she was right though, Macy was a girl of extreme talent. There isn’t a piece of classical piano music that she couldn’t master. She may have been beyond the classics.
***a few weeks later as the pressure builds
Macy’s collared uniform shirt was half tucked in; her skirt lay uneven on her waist. There were circles under her eyes and her usually tight bun drooped towards the nape of her neck. With a slight careen in her step Macy pulled open the door and closed it behind her; keeping her hand on the knob for a few seconds to reassure herself.
She pulled out the piano bench sat. Staring at the keys, it took a minute for her know what to play. A counterfeit smile curved upon her face as she reached for a music book that she had not opened for sometime.
Turning to Gaspard de la Nuit by Maurice Ravel, she began.
She seemed to draw the breath from the piano itself. Her fingers flew and leapt around C major, as if to entice. Her hands seemed to be one fantastic trick of the light. Slouched over the keys, Macy played in the night. Her fingers were no longer a part of her body, but a line of waltzing spiders attacking the ivory. Macy felt nothing.
Notes:
Starts playing Handel
Later in story plays Maurice ravel
Rooms gets cluttered
Dreams about door
Nightmare about college
advice would be appreciated!
this has possiblities...I especially like the line "she seemed to draw breath out of the piano itself" Let's talk about this in class
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