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The Lyrical
By Javagrl

 


Taely stretched her arms out, then settled down on the bench. Shifting the paper in front of her just so, she smiled confidently. She set her fingers on the keys, stroking them softly.

Then the Song began.

Her fingers slowly picked out each note on the grand piano, then suddenly gained speed. The hands flew over the keys, expertly spinning her Song into the still air. Flowers around her swayed gently to the music, the water in the nearby fishbowl sloshed and spun, the fish dancing along. Birds who flew by the open window stopped by to listen, flapping their wings gently.

She started to sing.

Everything stopped in dead silence to listen to the pure notes that twisted themselves in a lovely tune. Up high, then down low, Taely didn't miss a beat as she sang and continued playing her piano.

Next door, the crying baby and aggravated parents halted in their tracks, listening carefully to the strong notes that carried themselves through the thick wall.

She slowed her notes and let them grow softer, then she took off again, the tune bounding and dancing through the small room.

The Song gradually slid to a halt, ending on a note just short of a scream.

"Very good work, Taely. Very good work." An older man beamed and rested his hand on her shoulder, and the girl looked up with the widest grin on her face.

"Thank you, Master. I appreciate your interest." She said almost mechanically, still smiling brightly. The man patted her shoulder and hobbled out of the room, leaning on his crooked cane to keep as much weight as possible off his left foot.

She took a deep breath and stacked the sheet music up, hugging it to her chest. This was her masterpiece, and for some reason she couldn't stop thinking about how to make it better.

Standing up from the bench, she gracefully swept her long skirt to the side and tugged her long wavy hair out of her face.

"Master!" She called and calmly walked toward the library, where she was sure the man had retired.

"Yes, Taely?" The man looked up through reading glasses as she walked into the room.

"Do you have any more music for me to work on, Master? I mean, I need to get my mind off this Song; it's all I can think about lately." She held up the papers and shook them gently so they made a soft ruffling sound. The man chuckled and stood with a little difficulty, then stared up at the countless rows of books and loose papers. For a few minutes, he stood tapping his chin and making small humming noises. Finally he pointed at one small stack on the very top shelf, then looked down at Taely.

"Those would be good practice. Help yourself!" He said and returned to his chair, consuming himself in the story he held in his hand. Taely looked nearly straight up at the sheets, then grimaced. She didn't like using her power that often, and her Song was using up almost all of her energy. Finally she sighed and closed her eyes.

Her voice began to carry out hushed and low, then louder and she started weaving two tunes between each other; one of power and one of potency. She raised her head and her hands, calling out to the sheets.

The first page shifted, then the next, and soon the whole stack was floating through the air down to her open outreached hands. As soon as the papers straightened out in her palms she stopped her song and marched out of the room without another word.

The man smiled silently and looked back down from watching the whole scene.

She's almost at her full power, the man wondered, scanning the first line on the page. She's almost ready for the test.

Taeya hit the last note on the page and sighed heavily. She was exhausted, but the practice felt good, somehow. She had always thought of it as a curse, but until now, she was actually feeling good about what she did. With a faint smile on her face, she recalled the experience, the power rushing through her body so intensely that she had nearly fainted in the middle of the song.

The man shifted from leaning against the doorframe, and Taeya's head snapped in his direction. Then her face softened and she stood, bowing. The man applauded and laughed quietly.

"Amazing job." He said, then ushered her over his shoulder after he turned back through the door.

"How are you feeling about your power, Taeya, Dear?" He asked, shuffling his feet as he slowly made his way down the hall. Taeya followed close behind, staring uneasily at the floor in front of her. She knew where they were headed.

"It's coming along fine, Master." She said and dared a glance upward. The man was looking over his shoulder curiously, but looked away when she glimpsed upward. She immediately looked down, face flushed a bit.

They finally turned into a well furnished room, the main color was obviously a deep crimson color. The man flicked the light switch on his right with his cane, and a few pieces of furniture turned over to reveal bits of equipment all over the room. The giant picture above the mantle swiveled and became a giant glowing screen with a single music note in the center.

"You know the drill, Taeya." The man mumbled and hobbled over to a single part of the room, sitting in a cushioned chair. Taeya stepped up to a small platform on the right side of the room, shaped vaguely like a stage. The man picked up his cane and stuck it into a hole on the desk that had just moments ago appeared. The screen above the fireplace flickered to life.

"Alright, Taeya, are you ready?" The man tapped lightly on the keyboard that sat on the desk, and Taeya slowly nodded.

"Okay, hit the lowest note you can, and try to lift the block over in that corner." He flipped his hand to the corner on his left, without looking up from the screen. Taeya took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She raised her hands, pointing them at the block and sung to it as if it were a dear friend. An extremely low bass note was struck and the block slowly turned toward her. She instinctively weaved her song around the item, and it suddenly hurtled toward her. She opened her eyes in shock and ducked just before the block hit the wall behind her. Then she turned frustrated eyes to where the block was returning by mechanics.

"Taeya, remember, we're not moving the block, we're lifting the block." The man said dully and tapped some more on the keyboard. Taeya narrowed her eyes, then hit the note again, calling out for the block to do her bidding. It slowly rose, one inch, then two, then five, then a foot. It stood suspended until the man told her to stop, then it dropped with a loud [i]THUNK[/i].

"Very good, Dear." The man muttered and called for the next set of tests. By the time the entire thing was over, Taeya was nearly falling with exhaustion, and was no longer in shape to continue practicing. The man clucked his tongue and shook his head, taking out his cane and returning the room back to normal.

"Learn to control your power more, Taeya. You're using your energy too quickly." And with that word, he left the girl on the couch in the room.

When Taeya awakened, she felt almost completely refreshed. She looked up and around with a start, then fell back down on the couch with a heaving sigh. Her master had left her in the training room after she collapsed. At least he took the liberty of putting her somewhere at least somewhat comfortable.

She stretched and yawned, then padded softly across the wooden floor to the slightly open door. As soon as she pulled it open, light flooded the room, and Taeya blinked slowly and stepped out into the hallway.

"Master?" She asked the still air, and heard a faint mumble coming from the library next to where she stood. She pushed the sliding door open and glanced inside. The man was spread out on his recliner chair in the far corner of the room, snoring faintly and uttering random words in his sleep. Taeya smiled faintly and walked quietly into the room, then looked up at the small stacks of paper strewn about the floor. She picked up one stack and examined the contents, then grinned.

Taking one glance at the sleeping man, she straightened out the pages and tiptoed out of the area, down to her piano.

She slid onto the bench and placed the sheets on the stand, then took a deep breath. The last thing she heard before she went unconscious was her master chastising her about her control problem. She was determined to practice and get better at what she could do, and the only way to do that was to give it her all. She began the song slowly, and then gradually picked out the melody from the notes on the page. She began to sing. The melody was slow, almost like a lullaby. She smiled at the success the song was becoming, then lost her concentration. She hit the wrong note, and she stopped suddenly.

"No..." She said and scanned the paper to where she had went wrong. A tear crept down her chin, then she closed her eyes. She had to start again, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

If she failed again, she could create something that was not intended; a thing that could destroy the song. But if she didn't play the rest of the song straight through without a single mistake, the thing might begin life anyway, without any warning.

 

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