Author's note: haha I know this chapter was long overdue but TADA! its here... enjoy and review

Chapter 2

Amelia's bedroom provided no reprieve from the anger of her mother. The many shattered pieces were proportional to the magnitude of anger that exuded from her mother. As hard as Amelia had tried to mask the damage, little ever escaped the objective eye. Hard as she tried to argue her way out of trouble, her presence in the room itself invalidated her argument. Amelia's mother would have none of her excuses and duly went about punishing her. As usual, the punishment was more of a mental torture than anything physical. Her mother had locked up the room, this time for a week. The door was a glass one and everyday Amelia had to pass by it to the hallway. It was inevitable that her gaze would be drawn unto the piano. The physical castration from the piano was taxing on her weak emotional frame.

Everyday she would hide in her bedroom, trying her best to escape from the harshness of reality. She hated how she had to give in to her mother. There was no loophole to exploit this time. She could not refer the argument to her father in hope of him standing on her side. Ultimately it was her who had broken the vase and there was no other way to it. As hard as she had tired to fight back the tears, the pain was too overbearing to remain stoic. Images flooded her thoughts as she flipped through Seventeen Magazine for the umpteenth time. Unlike typical girls who were caught up in the fashion rat race, Amelia had little interest in spending hours on making herself look good, instead she envisioned herself spending hours preparing for that big performance. The images that flooded her thoughts were reflective of that. Nothing was more desirable to her than being allowed to play music with freedom. The oppressed nature of her Mother only served to build this insatiable thirst. Yet despite her strong desire, her dreams were far from being realized.

In any story there would be a protagonist and antagonist. In the story of Amelia's life, the antagonist was undoubtedly her mother. Yet that was another factor that was keeping Amelia from realizing her dreams – her father. Although he had not publicly opposed his daughter's aspiration, he had a great detest for her ambition. Amelia’s father, Jacob, had many skeletons in the closet that Amelia knew nothing about. Although Amelia believed Sherry, her mother, to be her biological mother, the truth was further from reality. Jacob had met Amelia's biological mother Melissa in the summer of 87 at a summer bash. While Melissa took no notice of Jacob, the same could not be said for Jacob. He was immediately attracted to her grace and style on the piano. Her performance exuded an aura of sexiness that was unparallel in the music world. Jacob was not much of a musical buff but he knew that what he saw that day was on the boarders of grandeur. He was captivated by the way her fingers graced across the pearl white marble keys. The melodies produced were incomparable at that era. No one had reached the pinnacle of the music industry like Melissa.