Post by morgangonewild on Apr 1, 2010 23:52:02 GMT -5
"There's gotta be a way to get a piano outside." Noelle muttered at the empty space around her. The condition of the piano didn't exactly matter. It had to be slightly tuned and the keys shouldn't stick. If it could stand the outside elements, the piano was golden. But pianos aren't made out of plastic. Her own piano could hardly stand the beatings of its own household. The antique piano and bench sat in the corner of the dining room. It was her great-grandmother's grand piano from when she was a little girl. It was a heirloom, that eventually would be passed onto Noelle. The piano had worn in just the right ways. With only a few repairs inside the guts of the piano there was hardly any damages to it, excluding the scratches on the outside woodwork. Noelle would dream about her own home and where she would place that beautiful treasure of her family's generations.
The women in the Berton family had always had a passion for music. Her grandmother opened up Berton's Theatre in the early 1920's. Even through the Great Depression, her grandmother kept the theatre up and thriving. Now Noelle's mother inherited the love of the building, spending over three-fourths of her freetime organizing and planning events. It wasn't anything compared to Broadway, but it preformed local talent and provided enough entertainment for the community. Noelle found her love for the arts in the theatre. The Berton's were rich in musical culture. Every Berton woman has a harmony with the threate, and someday Noelle would eventually fall in those promised footsteps.
Noelle had been in a desperate search to find a piano on the camp grounds. Her last couple days, she had scanned every building she set foot into but ended up empty handed. Maybe knowing the right people at the right time would be the answer to all this mystery, but who to talk to? Who to go to?
Other campers were out doing some other activity that Noelle managed to sneak away from. She had been sitting one of the wooden tables with a pencil in her hand and paper below. The sunlight made the already white paper look extra ghostly. Her legs were crossed Indian style, concentrated on the task set below her. Noelle was determined to find that piano. The one that would sit outside and the one she would play every morning before the rest of the camp population would wake up. The top of the paper read: "GAME PLAN". It was underlined multiple times and in dark hard script. Step one and step two had been established but the finalizing of the mission was left to be discovered.