Syna sat at the grand piano. Her eyes filled with a dull melancholy. It had been forever since she played this instrument. She wondered if she was still any good at it. She lightly stroked the keys with the tips of her fingers. She remembered when she used to play with her father.<br/><br/>He was the inspiration to keep her playing, even though at first she was no good at it. He taught her everything he knew through her childhood. Every song he learned. His favorite composer. Even the song he played to Syna's mother before they got married. Every knowledge he had told her had imbedded in her mind, even when he died, she remembered it all.<br/><br/>She pressed a key down. Her head echoing the note in her subconscious. She closed her eyes.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">What was father's favorite song? </span>She thought for a second, her lips curling into a small smile as her mind searched through ever corner of her brain. She remembered. She opened her eyes looking down at the piano. She put her hands in position over the keys, taking a deep breath.<br/><br/>She began playing. She started soft at first, embarrassed that she would mess up the song. Though, over time, the music became louder. Her eyes filled with happiness. The sound trailed everywhere through the penthouse. Her fingers eagerly danced across the keys. The song was beautiful, she understood why her father had liked it so. Even as she hit the last note and the song ended, the beauty still lingered in the room.