The hallway is deserted, while faint music from the gym wafts through as I eagerly make my way to the music studio.
I know I'm a terrible person for leaving my date behind for another guy, but if I'm being honest with myself, I'd rather be with someone who can evoke in me a thousand emotions with just a glance. Someone I've been longing for. So I push open the studio door with all my strength and step into the dimly lit room.
The room is eerily quiet, devoid of any signs of the homecoming dance taking place in the same building. The silence starts to unnerve me as I call out, "Leigh?"
Am I in the right room? Is this even the music studio? But there are various musical instruments present. In the middle of the room sits a shiny black piano.
A rush of fear and anxiety courses through my
