Post by grace on Mar 29, 2013 19:19:34 GMT -5
Lady Annabelle Penrose
One, two, three four… Annie counted quietly to herself as she played a rather foreign piece. The music was Spanish and it caused the girl to do a slight little jig in time to the music that flowed out of her delicate fingers. She wore a concentrated face as she watched the notes fly by. Her fingers were already accustomed to the song and were playing on their own. The wrong flat jarred into the rhythm and Annie stopped the sweeping music. The room’s liveliness died as abruptly as it came. Annie sighed slightly, the rare expression of frustration tinting in her rosy cheeks.
Her staccato beats were just not being staccato. Think as if your fingers are jumping up and down on the keys. Annie’s face grew pink with determination and she started her again. After about fifteen tries, the girl’s small, spread out fingers had grown ridiculously tired. Annie shook her head, wishing her fingers were longer. Still, she moved on to the next song without delay. It was a piece by the famous Beethoven. Annie absolutely adored the “Moonlight Sonata”. She’d memorized all the notes – her fingers had the song memorized in their muscles.
She began slow and rhythmic, as soft as a feather and flowed as if she was the song. To put emotion into the piece was Annie’s amazing talent with the beautiful instrument and it was why the household adored it when she played. Annie loved to play the piano as almost as much as she loved spending time with Lady. The large horse was never really meant for her – mainly for the carriages her father used but that didn’t stop her from using the large draft as her main ride ever. Annie quickly refocused back on her music as she came to the finish of the song.
Her fingers moved slower, telling the listener her song was nearly done and then Annie came to the final two notes. She hit them with the upmost softness as if to make the piano whisper them. The room had good acoustics and when she was done, the ending of the song echoed for a moment longer causing Annie to smile at the glorious sound she had created. She was proud of that Moonlight Sonata, and she played with purpose. Tired of sitting up so long at the magnificent instrument, Annie laid her blonde little head down on the keys causing an ugly noise before she let out a soft little huff.
