Renae had learned more about cello in the past few days than she had in music in two years. She could feel the musical world pull her in as she escaped the real one. This way, she felt closer to her mother. She ignored Nya's calls. And Jem's. And Tilde's. She was with her cello. That was all that mattered. Nothing more, nothing less. Renae was at inner peace with herself. She was close to her mother. The one person who understood her. But not without worry.
    Greg was terribly worried for Renae. She never neglected her friends. Never. Renae was spending more time in the music room than her  bedroom. More time with the cello than her father.
   Nya knocked on the oak door of the Djar house. By her side were Jem and Tilde. They hoped that they could talk to Renae.  She had started to ingnor them. Even though Jemand Tilde weren't true friends, they were still worried. Greg opened the door for the girls. He was expecting them.
     "Mr. Djar." Nya said in greeting. The other two girls gave him a smile. Greg returned it and lead them in.  He lead the trio up the stairs to the music room.
     Renae was practicing out of a more advanced book now. Her heart was pumping with the beat and her body swayed with every bowing. She could feel all of her worries float off. In their place was more and more of Daisy. Renae smiled. When she heard a knock on the door to the music room, she gently set down her cello and walked over. The door silently opened, just a crack. Renae glanced between it timidly. Outside her door was her father, Jem, Tilde, and Nya.
    "Yes?" She asked quietly. Her heart was racing. The real world was at her door. Literally. Nya came closer.
    "Ren, can we come in?" She asked. Renae nodded and slowly opened the door. The group walked in. Renae ran over and grabbed four folding chairs.
    "Have you come to hear me play? I've improved very much!" She exclaimed softly. Renae grabbed her cello. It felt natural. A warm smile came to her face. Nya shook her head and lightly pushed the cello down.
     "That's what we'rehere to talk about." Nya sighed. Greg gave her a sad look, one of which that she returned.
      "What?" Renae asked. She was unsure what they meant.
      "You need to stop. Or at least communicate with the real world." Nya blurted as she stood.
      Renae was slightly shocked. Her friend, her own friend, was telling at her. She to stood and faced Nya. How could she not understand that this helped her feel close to her mother?
      "I mean, you need to stop cello for a while. Your losing experiences and  opportunities! As your friend I-" Nat was cut off suddenly.
      "As my friend you should know that this brings me closer to her! She left me with this room as her memory. That's it! I thought you would understand!" Renae yelled. Tears were streaming down her face. She wasn't feeling for a lecture. Not about her cello. Not about her music. Renae fell to her knees. Nothing was stopping her tears now. Her eyes were like a stone on a hill, once you give it a nudge, it rolls downhill from there.
     Greg rushed to his daughter's side. She felt the same as him. But he knew how to cope with death. Renae had never experienced it before.
     "Renae," He started, but never finished. Greg had to hold the tears back.
     Nya sat down in front of her friend. When Renae was sad, she wasn't just a drizzle, she was a downpour. Nya lifted Renae's chin and held her hand.
    "Renae. I understand that it's been hard. I know, when I lost my Nan I felt the same, but my family helped me. You can't shut people out that want to help." She explained softly. Jem and Tilde started to tear up. Nya ignored them and kept her gaze on Renae.
     Renae looked at her father and then to Nya. She whipped away most of the tears and stood up.
      "Help me." Was all she could say. Nya hugged her tightly. Renae hugged back. Renae Djar was starting over. She smiled. It felt nice.