 For Bram Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Despite Ash's unpredictability, it was quite easy to find her. The art room, the music room, the balcony... they were her places. She was there a LOT. Why? The answer wasn't that deep or anything. Ash was just really good at piano, and she liked it.
She sat by the piano, playing her mother's favorite song. But this time, she didn't mean her birth mom. And she didn't mean Megan Olivia. She meant the other one. The piano lady with the blond hair, who Ash usually chose not to remember.
It was a pretty classical piece, and it gave Ash very bittersweet vibes. She hadn't played it in a while... again, not for any particular tragic reason. She just tended towards songs with words.
Not everything had to be part of a tragic backstory. Ash played the piano because she liked it. |