[Irene Miles’ POV]
The music from the hall was soft and slow before, but as soon as Zane’s emotions escaped from my hands, the music started reaching the crescendo with every step I took rushing down from the roof to the hall. Panting, I dashed into the hall just to see everyone peering at Zane who rushed the beats of the piano. Every other instrument was silent, and the song kept on reaching higher and higher, touching the clxmax and instead of sloping down, the beats rose exponentially.
Zane’s music was always like ointment on the burnt heart, but that day it hurt. His music was hurting my heart. As if they weren’t notes or beats, but desperate cries. Everyone in the hall closed their ears, scrunching their faces in horror with the musical screeches from the piano. The other instrum
