"Excuse me!" she hollers into the empty room. "May I come in?" she asked in an unsure voice.
Dana checked the address again that Nancy gave her. She is in the right place, but no one is here in this room. She is thinking if she should wait outside or not. There's isn't any place to sit down here, except for the piano bench in the middle of the room.
She dropped her red Michael Kors sling bag beside the piano, removed her coat, and put it on top of her bag. She decided to stay inside the room and wait. She doesn't want to go out in the freezing cold.
Sitting down on the piano bench, she sits straight, her fingers hover on the piano keys, she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and plays the music piece she was able to compose last night.
Every note her fingers touch whimper with dejection that echoes through the room. She could hear the heavy rain outside battering the tin rooftop as her fingers jump across the ivory and ebony keys of the piano.
