Andrea walked out of the bedroom where Darien was sleeping 
soundly. She crept quietly to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before 
heading downstairs. She closed the door behind her and began to brush 
her teeth. A few minutes later she finished and began to fix her self 
up in the mirror. She straightened her half buttoned shirt and her 
panties. She then opened the door and silently headed down the soft 
carpeted stairwell. As she got down to the end of the stairs, she was 
in full view of an old friend that she has known since childhood. 
	An old cherry wood piano stood over in the corner of the room. 
Andrea walked over to it, softly treading through the thick fibers of 
the carpet. Quickly she made it over to her old friend in wait. She 
moved her fingers along it's shiny, dark, wooden exterior; as she made 
her way to the accompanying bench. She sat down and lifted up the shield 
that was set to protect her old friends many soft-white, ivory fingers 
from harm. She gently placed her pale fingers on its, and gave them a 
gentle push. A soothing, yet melancholy sound began to flow outward 
from deep inside Andrea's heart and was fully expressed by the chords 
of the dark piano. Down to the floor, beneath the movement of fingers, 
Andrea's bare feet were giving the golden pedals a gentle push. For a 
long while after the music of her heart flowed throughout the room.
	From his comfy padded chair, Darien looked at his love playing 
such a disconsolate melody. He watched as despondent tears slowly 
rolled down her cheeks as she continued to play. Being fully enthralled, 
Andrea stopped playing and began to shed many tears over the fingers 
of her old friend. Darien lifted up his cherished violin off the carpet 
and put it into place. Gently he moved the bow across the metal strings, 
releasing the fragilely crestfallen melody upon the room. Soon after, 
Andrea lifted her head and turned around to see Darien serenading her 
with such a beautiful sound. She rose to her feet and walked over to 
him. She sat down on the floor and rested herself against the seat of 
the chair where his feet were. She closed her eyes and began to let her 
mind wander with the music. On and on he played until he thought that 
Andrea had fallen asleep. He put down his violin and moved down to the 
floor with her, he moved her beautiful long platinum blonde hair from 
in front of her face and gave her a gentle kiss and softly pulled her 
close to him. He looked over at her and saw that her eyes were wide 
open, and looking much dryer.

Darien: Oh, Andrea, you're awake?
Andrea: Yeah.
Darien: Why were you crying while playing on the piano?
Andrea: I don't know? I love that song, but every time I play it, it 
	just...
Dareas: Does it have some special meaning to you?
Andrea: It was the last song my father taught me before he left us. He 
	left me and my mother all on our own.
Darien: Oh Andrea, you never told me about this. You said that he was 
	dead.
Andrea He is dead, he went off to war and got killed. Long ago... a 
	long time ago.
Darien: Andrea, I'm sorry.
Andrea: Don't be, thanks to your beautiful serenade, I feel a lot 
	better. You're so perfect, you always what to do at exactly 
	the right time.
Darien: I'm just happy that you're happy. Nothing is too much for my 
	Calypso.