Part 1: Hearing a Silent Call . . .

3:19PM

I woke up in the middle of the night as I hear a knock on the door.

Who would be up this late especially someone who has gut to wake someone like me up this late, I thought all of them were scared of me, I thought to myself.

"You may enter" . . .

No reply

"Oh well"

As I placed my head at my pillow they knock the door three times as before. At this point I was aggravated, also yes I was never a person who enjoyed pranks in my past. At least I know I haven't lost that part of me transporting in this body.

"You may enter. Don't make me repeat myself!"

Still, downright silence.

I rushed to the door so they couldn't escapes but when I open the door, no one was there!

I know what you thing exactly right now (well not exactly but, you get the point), they could have turn at the corner, they could have entered in a room, they could be right behind your , door or they could have jumped out the window. Well i got news for you, I COULD HAVE HEARD THEM!

If they opened the window I could have saw, If they turn the corner I could have seen them because my room is in the middle of the hall and if they where behind the door I could just peek behind it.

There's only three rooms in this floor, my closet, my room and the piano room . . . THE PIANO ROOM!

As I walked aimlessly at the hall I hear a beautiful melody flowing to my ears, yes it was Waltz of the flower by Tchaikovsky. A remedy so enchanted, it was coming from the window right besides me -- wait window! Who's up at night at the garden playing a piano. I must meet this pianist to be my teacher, but the culprit . . . uhh! what ever this would have to wait, finding a pianist teacher is a rare opportunity!

But the only problem left is how I would get outside.

Suddenly the window open widely and clear stairs appears, I touched a step and a spark of flower roused, as I stepped down the stairs more flowers roused from underneath.

It was all like a dream. The there I spotted a bunny, I chased it but it was more like it was leading me to the music so I continued. There I arrived at the garden entrance, the moonlight spotted at that one person, that handsome pianist playing that gorgeous melody.

His eyes were thin and sharp as a wolfs fang, hair deep as the dark night shadow with tint of red on the tips of this lightly puffed but curly hair which looks like it would shine even if there where no light, his big long fingers pressing the keys in perfect speed and swiftness you could get lost any moment, his fair pale skin, and reddish-pink lips which looks too women-like to belong to a men, perfect shape nose, and rosy red cheeks, all quality's of the second crowned prince!

Lost in his appearance he looked straight at my eye as I stared right back a his lovey green left eye and crystal clear blue right eye, oh boy am I sure falling for him and in big trouble.

This was no coincidence, I heard a silent call chasing that bunny right beside me.

Playing that piano, I bet this boy too heard a silent voice calling for my name as my voice called for his, Sebastian De Corbyn.

Maybe this is all really a dream . . .