Music Box

      I opened my eyes slowly. I didn’t know where I was or what happened to me. I looked around and I saw many pieces of metal, wood and material. The metal pieces were mostly shaped like the wheels of a clock, the wood ones were different sizes and they were painted mostly in pink or gold and the material was either pink, red or purple. I waited a while and got used to my surroundings when I was suddenly lifted up and put in a dark room which had a door above. It was like a box.
Darkness…That was all that I could see. I was locked in that room without any opportunity of getting out. I could hear noises from outside the box. The metal pieces were moved from place to place. 
Clicking…Knocking…And then a sweet sound. Was it a bell? No, it wasn’t that. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew that I was going to love that sound.
Then the door opened slightly letting the blinding light inside. I could see from the corner of my eye that someone else was now in the same room with me. 
The door closed and darkness filled the room again providing me from seeing who the new visitor was. The moment that beautiful sound could be heard again, the door above me opened completely. When my eyes got used to the light I looked around and found myself in a pink room with rose petals scattered everywhere. On my left there was a big mirror which allowed me to see how I looked. I was wearing a simple strapless gown of pale pink embroidered silk, with an asymetrical overpanel, revealing a less-heavily embroidered underskirt. My curly blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail and I was wearing a tiara with a small purple gem on top. It made me look like a real princess.
And then, another figure accompanied mine in the mirror. It was a boy, about my age. His short black hair and crystal clear dark blue eyes were stunning compliments, even though his eyes were covered by thin rectangular rimmed glasses. He looked at me and smiled.
The door closed again. I could hear that clicking and turning sound again. I realized that it was a lonely golden key turning the wheels from inside the box. One turn…Two turns….Three turns. The door opened and I was surrounded by that beautiful sound. I looked at the boy without knowing what to do. And then everything started with a simple question:
“ Can I have this dance? ” 
In that moment I was speechless, but I managed a nod and then I took his offered hand. 
That was how we first met. And since then we were always together. Every time the door opened and the song started, we would dance with passion until the music stopped.
One day, a little girl opened the door, and, as always, we started dancing. I looked from the corner of my eye at the girl and something intrigued me. I could see so much happiness in her eyes just by looking at us. I felt like I could fly in that girl’s dreams and stay there forever.
She suddenly closed the door and we were surrounded by darkness, but I could hear her voice.
“ Daddy, daddy! I want this for my birthday! It’s beautiful! “
“ Are you sure, sweetheart? “ her father asked.
“ Yes! Please, daddy! Pretty please! “
“ Ok! If that’s what you want! “
“ Yeey! “
And from that day on, every time  the door opened I could see that girl’s smile.
Years passed by and the little girl grew up into a beautiful teenager. I was seeing her often but her smile slowly disappeared with every repeating dance.
One night, she opened the door again, but those big blue eyes of hers were holding back tears. I wished I knew what was wrong. We decided to dance with more passion than ever so we would manage to cheer her up.
And guess what?! It worked! She smiled again, just by looking at us. I was so happy.
Situations like this happened for a while until that night came. The night that I still hate. On that night, she opened the door and we started to dance as usual. She watched us with the same sparkle in her eyes until the door suddenly closed and the box was lifted from its usual space. I could hear the girl's voice trying desperatly to make the intruder understand that the box was her most precious possesion.
" Please, give it back! Don't break it! Please, not the music box! " 
" Don't you think you're too old to have such a thing?"
The intruder was a little ten year old boy who liked to break any object that he considered unuseful.
" I promise I won't break it, but you won't see it ever again!
" Please, no! Not the Music Box!"
The girl's voice faded slowly as if the wind blew it away further and further. A few minutes later the music box was placed in a big old trunk. We stayed there and waited for the door to open again, for someone to happily await our dance, but this didn't happen; those blue eyes never looked at us with so much passion ever again. 
We waited...minutes....hours....years...until one day....one fortunate day, when we heard somebody opening the trunk's door and looking through it. A few minutes later the door opened and we started to dance as slowly and beautifuly as before. We were greeted by an old woman with a really happy smile. Her hair was like spider's silk, her wrinkles were like the waves of an ocean and it was like they were telling all the stories of her life. She had cristal clear blue eyes that were hidden behind a pair of old glasses. I only needed a second to look in those beautiful eyes to realise that she was actually the teenage girl that was so passionate about our dance. Her eyes lit up when she saw us and she looked at us the same way she had so many years ago.
She closed the door and started talking to someone.
" Look here, honey. This is one of my most precious possesions. I had lost it a long time ago and I really missed it. Now, I want to give it to you. If you listen carefully and you pay attention to the prince and princesse's dance you can understand their story and the story of all those before me who possesed it. "
" But, granny, are you sure you want to give it to me? It's so beautiful! "
" Yes, sweety, I'm sure. Open it! "
The door opened and we started to dance as usual. I couldn't wait to see who was our new friend. She was a little girl with large dark eyes and her wavy black hair was in pigtails. She was acting enthusiastic and she had the same sparkle in her eye as her grandmother had. We were pleased to know that we will be able to tell our story to another person as I told it to you know. So, next time you see a music box, don't forget to listen carefuly to it because you can hear many beautiful stories.


Just another story by me!