Sound of the Heart
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Prologue
AKIRA SIDE
I hear it again, the sound of a piano playing. I wonder when was it that I start to stop here everyday. I wonder for how long have I stood here. An hour or two? No, perhaps more than that. I do not know when it started to become a habit. Maybe, if I remember right, it was that time.
It was a year ago. It was spring, the starting of a new school semester, I was never one to remember dates. I remember walking home on that day and I heard it. A beautiful sound called music. I thought I was imagining things until I saw that figure. That flowing golden hair, that sad yet beautiful blue eyes and the air of elegance that surrounds her. With her purple satin dress, she sits in front of the black piano on the second floor of the huge western mansion, one that does not seem to belong in such a town. The way her slender fingers moves on the keys were like those of a dancer, her fingers dancing gracefully on the keys. I remember the song she was playing, a slow and sorrowful tune, whenever I think of that song it makes me wonder about that girl; what kind of life did she lead to play a song that tells people of sorrow and misery, what kind of life would make a girl look like that?
Her songs, I began to notice after some time, changes according to her mood. She will play a fast and cheerful song when she is happy or a slow and sorrowful song when she is feeling down. Whenever she plays a song that day I can figure out her mood. When she play a cheerful song I would think †˜Oh, something good happen to her today,’ when she play a sad song I would think †˜Something unpleasant happen today huh?... I hope you’ll get over it soon.’ And worry about that girl.
I don’t know anything about the girl. All I know about her is her last name, Rindo, and the fact that she plays her piano in the evenings. But that’s all I know about her… However, that song sums up my life in just one word, lies. Her song makes me reminisce about my past. My past that is full of lies. My life that is made up of lies, her song made me realize that I had been living in a false world constructed out of false ideals and false impressions. Yes, that’s right. I was given a false life by someone I do not know and raised by someone I don’t even know. I understand everything about my situation, yet I understand nothing. But I do know that it was pointless to ask for salvation for I have no salvation. My fate as an existence was already determined.
But I would never have known that girl I admired will be the one that changes my life forever. Perhaps fate has a hand in this. I don’t know. All I know is my life will turn around by the influence of this girl.
ERI SIDE
He’s back again. In the exact same spot, under the tree across the street. I do not know who he is but he is always here when I play my piano in the evenings. He always wears a school uniform, I wonder if he is a student in a nearby school?
I noticed him one day just standing there, under the tree, closing his eyes as though enjoying the music I was playing. At first I was afraid †˜What if he is a stalker?’ I thought. But he did nothing except standing there, always with his eyes closed. I gradually began to like his presence; it was pleasant to know that someone appreciated the music I play. Before long I found myself beginning to wonder about him, what is his name? I wonder what kind of a person is he? Is he kind?
Could that feeling be counted as love? I don’t know and I don’t have a way to find out. It doesn’t matter if it was love anyway, I was trapped in a cage; a cage known as family name and parents. I was trapped in this place that I was supposed to call home, trapped the moment I was born. I had no freedom in this “home”. My freedom was robbed away from me a long time ago. I am merely a prisoner in this place, the Rindo family.
The Rindo family is a family with a prestigious family history. Apparently the Rindo family was descended from the French. Of course we had no proof of this but there was a rule in the family that states that those that are born to Rindo family must be of the elite. Thus, I was forced to learn a lot of things from when I was young; etiquette training, dancing, drawing, playing instruments, flower arrangement and the list goes on. My manners as a lady were drilled into me from when I was young. I had no escape, no salvation.
I never went to school before, I was forbidden to go to a place where †˜commoners’ studies. I hate that. Why was I not given the freedom to do what others can do? Why am I chained even though I was born like everyone else? I hated that. I pleaded and pleaded to father. After much persuasion, I was finally given the chance to live like a normal girl, to go to school like everyone else. The time limit father gave me was until my high school finishes, which would mean I only have two years. Two years of freedom until I was chained again. No matter, I cannot be greedy if not I would lose my chance at freedom forever. My life as a normal girl can finally start…..
AKIRA SIDE
I hear it again, the sound of a piano playing. I wonder when was it that I start to stop here everyday. I wonder for how long have I stood here. An hour or two? No, perhaps more than that. I do not know when it started to become a habit. Maybe, if I remember right, it was that time.
It was a year ago. It was spring, the starting of a new school semester, I was never one to remember dates. I remember walking home on that day and I heard it. A beautiful sound called music. I thought I was imagining things until I saw that figure. That flowing golden hair, that sad yet beautiful blue eyes and the air of elegance that surrounds her. With her purple satin dress, she sits in front of the black piano on the second floor of the huge western mansion, one that does not seem to belong in such a town. The way her slender fingers moves on the keys were like those of a dancer, her fingers dancing gracefully on the keys. I remember the song she was playing, a slow and sorrowful tune, whenever I think of that song it makes me wonder about that girl; what kind of life did she lead to play a song that tells people of sorrow and misery, what kind of life would make a girl look like that?
Her songs, I began to notice after some time, changes according to her mood. She will play a fast and cheerful song when she is happy or a slow and sorrowful song when she is feeling down. Whenever she plays a song that day I can figure out her mood. When she play a cheerful song I would think †˜Oh, something good happen to her today,’ when she play a sad song I would think †˜Something unpleasant happen today huh?... I hope you’ll get over it soon.’ And worry about that girl.
I don’t know anything about the girl. All I know about her is her last name, Rindo, and the fact that she plays her piano in the evenings. But that’s all I know about her… However, that song sums up my life in just one word, lies. Her song makes me reminisce about my past. My past that is full of lies. My life that is made up of lies, her song made me realize that I had been living in a false world constructed out of false ideals and false impressions. Yes, that’s right. I was given a false life by someone I do not know and raised by someone I don’t even know. I understand everything about my situation, yet I understand nothing. But I do know that it was pointless to ask for salvation for I have no salvation. My fate as an existence was already determined.
But I would never have known that girl I admired will be the one that changes my life forever. Perhaps fate has a hand in this. I don’t know. All I know is my life will turn around by the influence of this girl.
ERI SIDE
He’s back again. In the exact same spot, under the tree across the street. I do not know who he is but he is always here when I play my piano in the evenings. He always wears a school uniform, I wonder if he is a student in a nearby school?
I noticed him one day just standing there, under the tree, closing his eyes as though enjoying the music I was playing. At first I was afraid †˜What if he is a stalker?’ I thought. But he did nothing except standing there, always with his eyes closed. I gradually began to like his presence; it was pleasant to know that someone appreciated the music I play. Before long I found myself beginning to wonder about him, what is his name? I wonder what kind of a person is he? Is he kind?
Could that feeling be counted as love? I don’t know and I don’t have a way to find out. It doesn’t matter if it was love anyway, I was trapped in a cage; a cage known as family name and parents. I was trapped in this place that I was supposed to call home, trapped the moment I was born. I had no freedom in this “home”. My freedom was robbed away from me a long time ago. I am merely a prisoner in this place, the Rindo family.
The Rindo family is a family with a prestigious family history. Apparently the Rindo family was descended from the French. Of course we had no proof of this but there was a rule in the family that states that those that are born to Rindo family must be of the elite. Thus, I was forced to learn a lot of things from when I was young; etiquette training, dancing, drawing, playing instruments, flower arrangement and the list goes on. My manners as a lady were drilled into me from when I was young. I had no escape, no salvation.
I never went to school before, I was forbidden to go to a place where †˜commoners’ studies. I hate that. Why was I not given the freedom to do what others can do? Why am I chained even though I was born like everyone else? I hated that. I pleaded and pleaded to father. After much persuasion, I was finally given the chance to live like a normal girl, to go to school like everyone else. The time limit father gave me was until my high school finishes, which would mean I only have two years. Two years of freedom until I was chained again. No matter, I cannot be greedy if not I would lose my chance at freedom forever. My life as a normal girl can finally start…..
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my second story hope you guys will like this. Btw the paragraphs malfunction so i guess you guys would just have to be patient lol :)
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I thought that the prologue contained some rather cliched lines... but who doesn't use them?
I liked it, only I felt that you divulged a bit too much information per character in the prologue. That kind of character development and background history would normally be saved later.
I liked it, only I felt that you divulged a bit too much information per character in the prologue. That kind of character development and background history would normally be saved later.
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i'll keep it coming all right! i'm currently writing one more side and chapter 1 simultaneously(hectic man...). There are 3 protagonists just so u know(1 guy 2 girls). It might seem stereotype but i'll make it as incredible as i can.
