This story was inspired in a ridiculous way. I hated piano, but that seemed to be what I'm the best at.
Everything was the same. No difference at all. Especially when I get annoyed because I was called to play piano.
My hatred for piano was so much, that I imagined playing it and everything got insane, covering their ears and screaming crazily.
I was like, "Ha! Piano won't exist anymore."
And as soon as I realised, I got an idea for this story.
I started becoming grateful for the piano. I started appreciating it. It's so beautiful as you like it.
Anyways, enough of my crap. Enjoy this story!
By the way, genre is paranormal.
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RandomPls read the 'About' of the story first to understand. Status: Ongoing