It may be my present inclination to crawl into a hole and do nothing but hang out with my family and write (not at the same time), but a room full of instruments to play seemed like the perfect opportunity for a character to refuse to perform extraneous activities. So, meet Margot North…
Margot North’s Secret
Margot North’s exquisite music fills the whole house, even this secluded wing.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t open this room to the public.” She’s even lovelier up close, her silk dress draped perfectly over every curve, than she is on stage.
I glance about the cluttered room, the piles of electric keyboards. “Do you practice on them?”
“Heavens, no! The piano’s my instrument. I wouldn’t dream of playing these.” Even in disgust, her face is radiant.
“They remind me of all I’m not meant to do.” She almost smiles. “Someday, I may add a violin.”
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