Chapter 38 ~Casper~

My fingers pranced and twirled on the gleamin' keys of my piano like they were auditionin' for a spot on “Dancin' with the Stars”. It was like some kinda music spirit had taken hold of 'em, turnin' my emotions into a sweet, sweet symphony that'd make Beethoven weep. The pedals beneath my feet were like an extension of my body, respondin' to my touch like a well-trained pup. The way the light bounced off their polished surfaces was like a private light show, just for me. It felt like the whole piano had been custom-made for me, like some kinda music-makin' superhero suit.

As my fingers kept on dancin', my mind took a trip down memory lane, back when this ol' mansion was my very own private prison, and this piano – then an ancient, creaky ol' geezer – was my only friend. But, in a twist that'd put any fairy tale to shame, the entire place got a facelift that'd make Cinderella's fairy godmother green with envy. And my trusty ol' piano? It got the ultimate upgrade, like a classic car get