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Oh the sounds of the graceful fingers gliding across the black and white keyboards as their shoes tap on the pedals,
the sounds of the gentle strokes and plucks of the strings of the tall glass harp,
the violin tapping and holding their fingers again and again on the strings,controlling their bows with ease,
a wonderful,peaceful orchestra performing their years of practicing in an empty,tall ball room.
Walls and pillars,now covered in dust;
paintings,that was once bright and lifelike.
now dull,and paint falling off;
the chandelier,once radiant with hundreds and thousands of candles,light up upon the ceiling up high;
no longer with burning candles and only scrapped wax left.
the tall pointed,four sides,all painted with graceful angels,soaring for the chandelier.
The ballroom was once so life like.
Aristocrats dancing,laughing,giggling.
It was all so magical－like a dream.
It was like a never ending burning candle.
But one day,that candle reached its end,and burned til its end.
A step forward.
A gentle bow,and it was like the candle was burning again.
It was like the pillars and walls were no long covered in dust,and their beautiful carvings were seen again.
It was like the restoration of the paintings,
and the chandelier lighting up again.
A spin.
But this time it was different.
It felt like,no one was there.
Just the waltz of two quiet people,who apparently know each other to some extent.
It didnt feel empty－quite the opposite.
A step left,a step right.
It was first admiration.
Then,it was jealousy;
bitter,bitter jealousy.
But,it was that moment,all those feelings disappeared,
it was just a simple dance,a simple waltz,
nothing else mattered.
A step back.
The imaginary tunes and melody have stopped echoing in their minds.
The ghosts of the orchestra have disappeared.
The chandelier lit by magic,was once again dim.
The ballroom－back to its old abandoned shape.
The feelings they felt during that waltz,
The emotions,the candle,the life of the ballroom,
they have been blown out,and never to be talk about,seen or used again.
"One more dance?"Said the blond,tall silhouette.
"One more dance."Said the dark haired,short silhouette.
"Ah,how fun to be a liar."
"Hehe,I guess that makes two of us."
...or has it?