Being at the White House wasn't nearly as exciting as it should have been. We just walked around and followed Ms. Abercorn. Nothing to it. But, there was one good thing about it. We were standing in a dining room, and Ms. Abercorn was gone for a few moments to do something. We were silent. Considering we weren't allowed to speak. My friend Cathlyn was chewing on her long nails. Which was strange, because she only ever did that when she was thinking, or nervous.

"You wanna do something remarkable Jenny?" She whispered this question into my ear, it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I rubbed the goose bumps and faced her with a shrug. Cathlyn was an outgoing girl. She wanted to stand out, she wanted to do everything she could to seem amazingly different. Myself? Not so much. But, they do say opposites attract. Cathlyn wagged her eyebrows and jabbed her thumb in the direction of the piano sitting in the corner.

"Go on, play it." She mouthed the words excitingly. She was being her outrageous self. If it wasn't for her inability to play the piano, I'm positive she would jump right on that chair and play her heart out. But I was the only one that could. I grinned and shook my head, signifying I wasn't going to. Cathlyn made a pouty face, hoping that would convince me. It didn't do much.

"Cathlyn, no!" I mouthed to her. I couldn't play that piano. I would get in all sorts of trouble I could even be arrested. Cathlyn gave me a stern look, and pulled out her phone to text me. Though, she wasn't going to my name in the contacts, she was heading to Sterling's, the boy I liked. I let out an exaggerated sigh, and made my way toward the piano. Cathlyn put her phone back in her pocket and smiled. Soon our other classmates turned their gaze to me, as I sat down in the bench set in front of the piano. It was comfortable, and the piano was settling. I smiled and let my fingers roam over the keys, which were very dusty, but smooth. I debated on which song to play. Having no sheet music limited me to only songs I had completely memorized. I made up my mind after remembering Cathlyn's favourtie colour, yellow. I settled my fingers on the right keys, and began to play Yellow Room, by Yiruma. The piece was legato, and very peaceful. My eyelids fluttered down, and my body moved with the notes. This song reminded me of many memories I loved, memories that made me cry, smile and laugh. Despite this, I was emotionless. I could only feel my emotions through the keys. None of the students made any noise, they simply stood and watched, from what I was guessing. I didn't know if they were smiling, frowning, or laughing. It didn't matter to me, I was just happy to be playing.

I finished the piece perfectly, and immediately after there was an applause. The kids were shouting for more, and bravo. I could feel my face flush at the compliments, but instead of playing more like they so commanded, I simply stood up and rejoined them.

"What is the meaning of all this!?" Ms. Abercorn asked us, her fists clenched next to her with anger. I bit my lip at the sight and looked down as my classmates pointed me out.

"That was very beautiful." This came not from a student, or Ms. Abercorn for that matter, but from a man. I looked up to see President Obama, standing just behind Ms. Abercorn. My lip was released, and a large smile replaced my anxiety.

"Th-thank you very much Mr. President." I told him shakily. He nodded and shook my hand. "Thank you for playing, what is your name?" He asked with a firm grip.

"Jennifer. Jennifer Newman." I wasn't as shaky that time when I said this. My nerves were slowing slipping away. My hand dropped from his and to my side. Ms. Abercorn's anger was gone now; instead she was smiling at the President. As if she were never even mad in the first place.

"How would you like to play another piece for us? I would really love to hear more." It was one of those moments that you thought would never happen to you. Something you dreamed about. I nodded in response.

"I would love to!"