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Daniel Caesar
Daniel Caesar
May 20, 2024

The Last Note

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In the heart of a bustling city stood a small, unassuming music shop named “Melodia.” It was a haven for music lovers, a place where melodies danced through the air, mingling with the scent of old wood and the soft rustle of sheet music. And at the heart of Melodia was its owner, an elderly man named Mr. Everly.

Mr. Everly had spent his entire life surrounded by music. His fingers had once danced across the keys of grand pianos, his voice once soared through concert halls. But now, age had caught up with him, and he found solace in sharing his passion with others.

One chilly evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a young woman named Emily stepped into Melodia. She was drawn to the shop by the strains of a haunting melody drifting through the air. Mr. Everly greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

“Welcome, my dear,” he said, his voice a soft melody. “What brings you to Melodia?”

Emily glanced around the shop, her eyes alight with curiosity. “I heard the music from outside,” she replied. “It sounded beautiful.”

Mr. Everly chuckled softly. “Ah, yes. That’s the song of an old friend,” he said, his gaze drifting to a dusty piano in the corner of the shop. “Would you like to hear it?”

Emily nodded eagerly, and Mr. Everly beckoned her to the piano. With a gentle touch, he coaxed the melody from the keys, each note filled with longing and nostalgia. Emily listened, her heart swelling with emotion, as if the music spoke to a part of her soul she never knew existed.

As the last note faded into the silence, Emily turned to Mr. Everly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “That was beautiful,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

Mr. Everly smiled, a bittersweet expression crossing his face. “Music has a way of touching the soul,” he said softly. “But like all things, it must eventually come to an end.”

With a heavy heart, Emily bid farewell to Mr. Everly and left Melodia, the echoes of the music still lingering in her mind. Little did she know, it would be the last time she would hear Mr. Everly play.

Months passed, and Emily found herself drawn back to Melodia time and time again. But each time she visited, the shop seemed a little quieter, a little emptier. And then, one day, she arrived to find the doors locked and the windows dark.

Heart heavy with sorrow, Emily peered through the dusty glass, her eyes searching for any sign of life. And there, sitting at the piano, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, was Mr. Everly.

He played with a grace and beauty that seemed to transcend time itself, his fingers caressing the keys one final time. And as the last note drifted through the air, Mr. Everly closed his eyes and smiled, knowing that his music would live on in the hearts of those who had heard it.

With a heavy heart, Emily turned away from the shop, the melody of Mr. Everly’s final song etched into her soul forever. And as she walked away, she knew that Melodia may have closed its doors, but the music would always remain.


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Pheobee King is a senior in high school. She likes creative writing, has 15 cats, and can do the splits.

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