Satisfied I could operate it, I waited.Amelia, bent and reading the music sheet with my lyrics, nodded, sat up straight, and closed her eyes. She care...sed the keys. Music started.I started recording, just for the heck of it.The now familiar song filled the living room. Then Amelia began to sing. She sang with angst I didn’t know my words had, with the pain of loss, with sorrow, a heart-rending lament to her mother and father. The Smartphone shook as I listened to the exquisiteness of her. John sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. He thought back over the years since he and Amy had graduated from the University, he with a degree in business and she with a general arts degree. He'd used a small inheritance to open his own printing shop, as he could see a need for such a business in Elmville. It was doing moderately well and for a while Amy had worked at it with him. It had not been her real interest though, as she preferred to paint or sketch.They had built her a studio in. The two dead humans beside them showed that he tried to protect his mother, but was probably overwhelmed. By then, the pain became too much and he let loose a horrible shriek, so loud and horrible, that most of the animals in the mountain fled with fear. He then stood up, burning with anger. His eyes were burning with rage. He remembered all he had learned in life, and he decided to avenge the dead here or join them trying. The people around the mountain were shocked when the distant echo of a. Istared at her with a puzzled look on my face."My outfit, I thought this was for Pressley? You can't be serious aboutme wearing a skirt and heels? I mean why would I need these? They aren'tdesigned for men." Silly, I wouldn't buy anything for Pressley without her being there.She has her own style and is very picky about her clothes. Of coursethese are for you, but unlike the pants I didn't think we needed to trythem on at the store. You seem so comfortable in women's underwear Ifelt you could.