I play the last tune of the piano .

" What do you what to be John ? " Jenny ask me .

" A writer " I replied as quick as I could .

She says nothing and leaves from my side .

I see her leave then come back .

" Where did you go ? " I ask .

" I went to get a notebook " Jenny replies .

" How would you describe this street and house ? " she ask .

" The house is in the city , right next to the street .People walk by all the time . This house is dark with the only light coming from the fire place . The piano is the only true noise .

" Good job writer " Jenny replies with a smile .