You wouldn't exactly call yourself a piano player, not really ever practicing the piano regularly. But on the occasion you heard the keys of a piano play and dance across the room, you were always motivated to at least try and learn the precious melody. Today was an example of that. The sheet music was placed right in front of you, each note having its own particular sound. "The Girl with Flaxen Hair" was the song that had piqued your interest, its string of chords making a tune that was like no other.

There was a piano in a forest not too far from your house, and it felt like it was specifically made for you. The piano was beneath a small structure that shadowed its appearance, making it hard to notice unless you look closely. Flowers also surrounded it, each one vibrant and comforting, giving a sense of nostalgia to you almost.

While attempting to play it, the crack of a stick had occurred behind you, and slowly you turned your head towards the loud sound. A boy, who seemed a few years older than you, gave you an embarrassed grin, possibly trying to apologize with his unsteady expression.

"Uhm... Y-you play beautifully..." He complimented sheepishly, his tone shy and a bit secluded.