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Joy sat, staring at the sheets of music leaning against the piano. Her hands were resting beside her, gently balanced on the black leather piano bench. Thoughts rushed through her head at a million miles per hour.. and slowly diminished until one single line repeated itself in her head like a mantra.

Play it.

Joy had never been amazing at the piano... well she had never been amazing by her standards. In truth, she was near genius. Her hands could fly up and down the keys, her eyes closed as the song played itself in her head, every sound, every vibration brushing against her pale skin. A bad note would scrape and irritate, a harmonic one soothe and carress, sometimes, if played right, Joy could be pushed to nearly orgasmic levels of pleasure by a simple song. She could never do this herself, and thus, was not good at the instrument she now sat at.

A quick runover of the sheet music, another verse of her mantra, and she was ready. Joy's hands rested on the ivory keys or te grand piano for a bare moment before she began her composition. Her long, skilled fingers lighted upon the keys, as her body swayed to and fro to aid the span of her arms to reach their marks.

Music began to twirl gently into the air, spiraling into the upper reaches of the building. The girl, now ageless and perfect, closed her eye lids over the sapphire gems hidden within, and began to play from memory, never making a single mistake. The melody was light and beautiful, with no surprise notes, simple a smooth, soothing tune.

The sound bounced off the walls, to gently accompany the later portions of the song, blending fabulously. Unfortunately, no one was here to witness the beautiful piece of music, but Joy was not daunted, she worked best when her only witness was The Goddess herself.

The song wound on, never seeming too long, lulling you to sleep, yet keeping you awake. Slowly, it winded down to a beautiful finish. The woman left her hands in their last position for a couple moments, slowly opening her eyes, letting her long black lashes tickle her flushed cheek slightly before leaving. Joy returned her hands to her lap, and flipped her ringleted long black hair over her shoulder and once more stared at the sheet music.

After a couple moments of indescision, Joy picked up the mildly thick book of music notes and left the room. Letting her long white dress trail behind her, ignoring the vision it and her dark hair made of her baby-ish beauty, and walked outside. She gracefully mounted th outside stairs and then held the music over the ledge. Joy then tore it neatly in two and let go of the leaflets, watching them twirl and bound away in the wind, her face a mask of graceful indifference.

The woman continued to watch the paper on which the most beautiful song had been written for a few more minutes, before shifting her long, pure white dress and descended the stairs, walking away over the grasses, never once looking back, nor regretting the destruction of what could only be called a masterpiece.