Eleanor''s muses had been dying. she couldn't Bring her self to make any thing. she laid in bed on her side. facing the window in her dorm room as the rain washed down over the university campus. she sighed and watched as the artistic possibilities slipped threw her figurines like sand. she managed to pull her self from her bed as she gazed at her room. Elanor didn't have much in her room that was personal or special to her. she had always been alone in her life, and often preferred it that way. she is more reserved and isolated. she wanted to become close to others but it didn't always work out for her. she stared at her blank painting canvas, void of color. she began to ponder if she would ever get her muses back, if she was even worthy of continuing her artistic career path. the art block fell heavy on her shoulders and was attempting to crush her hopes and dreams as her muses began to wither.
But like a hot knife threw butter without fail. the sounds of a piano playing a melody so sweet to her ears began to play. it cut threw the art block sending it crashing in to a void as her muses raised up once more. filling her mind with ideas and dreams. the sound made her flustered as her cheeks were tinted in the rosiest of colors. she could not help but began to paint to the sound of the piano that filled the halls of Dorm. it filled her heart with joy and her mind with inspiration. from that day she began to collect as much piano music as she could, having a preference for up beat and atmosphere filling piano music.
