Prologue

"This isn't working!"

He sat on his black leather piano stool, frustrated with the sounds coming from the shiny grand piano that he had for years.

In his youth, he had written many songs, but somewhere down the road the music left him. The last time he ever wrote a song was when he was seventeen, nearly 8 years ago.

He couldn't write anymore, and it frustrated him. He had no passion, and he couldn't find it. He wasn't a passionate man anymore. He was an outcast. One of those creepy guys. He was alone.

He was angry, angry at everything and everyone. When he was 17 his mother died in a car accident, then shortly after that his only sibling drowned, then his father died of a heart attack. His friends turned their backs on him, and the love of his life fell in love with somebody else. He had nobody and he liked it that way.

He had no reason to play the piano anymore, or even try. He had no reason for anything. Everyday he woke up, went to work at Wal-mart, came home, and went to sleep. Every single day.

But soon something would happen to him, something that he never expected would happen to anyone on earth, and more importantly, something he would come to re-discover. He was going to find his happiness again. He was going to find love.