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Melody could hear the church pastor saying a few words to the audience, likely introducing the children’s choir, and she took a deep breath, trying to focus on what Reid had said—all she had to do is try. “I placed all of the sheet music on the piano already,” Mrs. Gregory explained. “I’m sure you know the right order by now, but they should all be in the correct sequence.” Unable to speak, Melody only nodded. “Thank you again for doing this,” she continued. “Your father would be so proud of you.” Swallowing the lump in her throat, Melody said, “Thank you,” which is all she could manage, and after Mrs. Gregory was several steps in front of her, she finally managed to get her feet to move.

"She’s no worse than a devil, Melody is the cause behind everything.” “Do you think she’s the one who created the music box?” "I don’t know, but there has to be something we are missing in that diary,” Lyon said before he grabbed the book from my hands. As he grabbed the book he flipped the pages "Wait a minute, there is something written on the last page.” he whispered to himself "Let me see that" I grabbed to book from his hands and read it out loud "From your birth to your grave, the music follows you all the way. You don’t find the music it founds you. Giving attention to the music could lead to death but it’s the only way out. Unfortunate are those who have the power of the dream.”

I heard my father said when the visitors leave one by one. I shook my head and blankly stared to nowhere. “Merida, it’s getting late,” Daddy told me again. “Leave me alone,” I answered in a low and blank voice. I just felt so tired at this very moment that I don’t want to talk to anyone. I want to be alone because I might break down here if they insist on talking to me. “Dad, let her. She’s big enough and can go home alone,” Jelanie said in an irritated tone.

They hug each other not wanting to say goodbye. “We will be there as soon as we get some things organized at the pack. I Promise.” Fank gives Melody a side hug to say his goodbyes. Anthony was walking Melody back from the car when Stephan yells to them. “Melody, I have a request of you.” “What is it?” “I want to have a concert that shows your extraordinary capabilities. You will play three songs on six different instruments, with the orchestra accompanying you. I want you on center stage.”

Danica suspects it has never been used. She is drying the last plate when the music begins. She stops, recognizing the melody immediately. It’s from the manuscript she’s seen so many times on his piano, but the melody goes further than she’s read, the notes soft and sad, falling in mournful blues and grays around her. This she has to see.

A night had passed, and Melody’s musical concert was still in preparation. When Ninian saw the tickets that were sold out in a second, her eyes were full of compliments and envy. When could she be liked by so many people like Melody? “Are you jealous?” Lana saw through her thoughts. She grinned and said, “If you stay longer in the entertainment industry, you’ll experience bigger fame.” When Ninian heard it, her eyes crinkled, and she wrote on the board. [Will it be bigger than Everett’s concert?]

She tries to cast a spell to stop the whirlpool, but her waterlogged flute backfires, and she seemingly disappears in a flash of light. After that’s over, Liana and Alexa realize that the song Melody sang earlier is the key, and their singing reveals the Diamond Castle. Stepping onto the castle’s bridge changes everyone’s clothes to more regal bearings and releases Melody from the mirror while the puppies become sparkly. Melody leads Liana and Alexa to the muses’ instruments, but Lydia and Slyder aren’t entirely gone, later returning and attacking. Melody saves the instruments from being destroyed, and the girls play and sing, creating a barrier that turns Lydia’s spells against her, turning

I monitored his exercise and medication daily. The only response he got from his phone was that the user was unavailable. Chance searched through the villa like a madman. Eventually, he found a diary inside the piano in the piano room, and on the pages were my handwriting. 'I went to the hospital today. The doctor says the baby has a heartbeat. How should I tell Chance this wonderful news?' The following pages were filled with my joy for the pregnancy. The last few pages were blurred by water stains, with the ink bleeding away.

The desk is organized chaos, stacked reports, clipped charts, a half written note in Melody’s tight handwriting. Her handwriting. That detail keeps punching holes in my disbelief. I sit in the chair across from her, hands clasped together so hard my fingers ache. My elbow still has a fresh bandage from the blood draw, and the memory of the vial labeled WOLFSBANE sitting in my trunk makes my stomach feel permanently tilted. Melody moves like she’s made of purpose. She doesn’t fidget. She doesn’t hesitate. She collects a small glass, a jar of dried leaves, and a vial of amber liquid, ingredients for a plan.