Years had passed since the last time the cherry-stained piano bench had been opened. There wasn't much music in it, but what was there had a thin blanket of dust shrouding it. The sheet music was slowly aging and yellowing. Seventeen-year-old Lydia Moore reached in a manicured hand and pushed aside a sloppy layer of books until she came across one piece in particular. Gingerly, she picked it up. In bold letters across the top read a memory that had been left idle in her brain far too long.

Carefully, she closed the piano bench and took a seat. The music was placed on the piano and opened to the first page. Notes lay scattered before her painted eyes, unfolding into a familiar and bittersweet tale, untold for three entire years. Has it really been three years? she wondered. She rubbed her itchy nose and thought on it. Yes, it had been three years. She'd been a freshman then. Not much had changed from freshman to senior year. At least the words hadn't, anyway.

Lydia took a hard look at the first line of the song. The song came rushing back to her as she studied the rythems and patterns. She took a deep breath, placed her fingers on the keyboard, and began to play.

When you're weary, feeling small

When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all

I'm on your side, oh, when darkness falls

And friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down

(A/N: my most recent attempt at a story. This is the prologue to it- I'll try to have chapter one up soon!

The lyrics shown are those from Bridge Over Troubled Water, but Simon and Garfunkel. The song will play an improtant role in the story.)