I arrived at the ballet studio first. After turning on all the lights I sat at the piano and practiced the chords to the song I was composing myself, allowing my fingers to improvise different melodies. Instead of being a simple guitar piece it was morphing into something else, and I could hear an actual orchestra playing along in my head. If only I had a voice to sing whatever the words would end up being.
“Darling, you look rested.” Aunt Dottie swept into the room. “Thanks for opening up for me. I’m surprised none of my students are here yet. Usually I get an early bird or two looking for a little extra instruction before the others arrive.” She glanced at the mirrored wall and adjusted her bun, then walked over to the piano and kissed me on the forehead.
“Now, before you even begin to
