Renae managed to learn most of the basics of cello before dinner. Idt was something she finally didn't mess up at. Maybe it was in her family. After all, Daisy was an amazing cellist. Renae moved with every bowing. She felt like she was boxing up her soul when she was putting the cello into it's case. But her father had called her down to dinner.
Greg laid out Renae's homework with her dinner, just like he did every night. She never did it, but it was with a try. Renae ran down the stairs beaming.
"Someone had a good day." He said. Renae nodded as she sat.
"I played Mom's cello today!" She exclaimed happily. They were having cornflake chicken, Daisy's favorite. Renae are a piece and grabbed her pencil. Time for her homework. She had no idea what anything was, but she tried.
"Really?" Greg asked as he sat next to his daughter at the kitchen island. Renae nodded as she finished her math problem. It was the wrong answer, but at least she tried. The music was rushing through her veins.
It gave her a numb feeling. She couldn't be put down. Only up.
Greg had noticed this boost in his daughter's spirit. It had been a long time since she had been like this. The cello had done the same to Daisy. Instead of taking her antidepressants, she would always play the cello. Seems it runs in the family. Greg smiled at Renae. She was happily finishing her homework.
Renae finished up her dinner and placed her dish in the sink. She then threw her homework into her bag and skipped up the stairs.
"Thanks Dad, that was delicious." She called down the stairs. Greg waved and drank some coffee.
When Renae reached the music room, she sat down at the piano. She rummaged through the music basket next to it and found a simple piece. She attemped to play the piece. It sounded like a dying cow and was way out of tune, but Renae was happy. She smiled at the big, black grand piano. Life was great.
    Back at school, Renae seemed less attentive in class. She actually didn't talk to Nya as much as she used to, and that was saying a lot. Her attention was in the music. In the cello. Her grades seemed to not matter a bit anymore. Just the music. When she got home, Renae would run up to her music room and play. The cello was her new world.
     Nya was worried for her friend. They didn't seem to talk much anymore and she was distracted. Nya was able to find some people that Renae let herself become acquainted with. They too were worried for her sake. How could they help a girl who wasn't connected to the real world anymore?