I Found a Joy with You

Lost in a building that I’ve never visited before, it was such a nightmare. There wasn’t a sign to the exit door and it was quiet, no people around. I couldn’t phone anyone even the 911 for a help because of the poor signal here. Why do I follow the message? Going to this building to find someone, I’m insane.

I had shocked suddenly after a sound of my favorite melody was heard. It was Beethoven’s, people had known as Ode of Joy. I realized that it wasn’t from speaker around the building, it was really real. I bet there was someone play a piano nearby. I walked through the hallway and the sound became louder.

I found a door with a sticker ‘Practice makes perfect’ was right next to it. Maybe someone was in and there will be a help for me to escape the strange place. I opened the door and then the melody of the Ode of Joy was stopped.

My heart was jumping when I saw a guy behind the grand piano. The guy wore a white shirt and knee-long jeans. He seemed a good person and I wasn’t in doubt. He stood up, staring at me.

  “Uh,” I said full of hesitation, “I’m sorry for disturbing you, but I’ve lost.”

  “No, you don’t,” he replied clearly.

What the hell did he think? I’ve lost obviously, lost without anyone beside me even a good phone signal.

  “Could you just tell me the way out of here?” I asked harshly, didn’t know the reasons I did that, just scared.

  “Be calm,” he took a deep breath, “I’m not going to hurt you or let you in trouble, come in!”

  “Why should I trust you? We don’t even know each other!”

I shouldn’t have opened the door, I thought. He might not help me. Turned back to the hallway maybe was the best act should I take. So, I faced the hallway, trying to walk quietly. I couldn’t have been so mad like this if I hadn’t met him. Lost in a strange place and met a strange guy, what a great day.

  “Lissy!” I heard he shouted, “Melissa Roberts!”

I stopped. He called my name, did he know me? I tried to remember every person I had met before, I was sure that I’ve never met him. I was thinking too hard when I felt someone gave me a back hug. He hugged me.

The atmosphere around us turned back to my childhood. It was three days after we played Ode of Joy together and I had never told him that I should move, but that day I brought my airplane ticket and my own suitcase, I left my birth place with my family. A letter that I had written was left for him, I couldn’t face him that day, I didn’t want to cry.

  “Just a minute, then you can leave me again,” he spoke slowly through my ear.

  “I won’t, Charles,” I cried, “I won’t.”