In the dark, tight corner stood a giant-size piano, it had a fine layering of dust on every

square inch. It looked as if nobody has stepped foot in this unusual place for

over 50 years. You could make out a fine gold lettering which read ‘Maria White’, it must’ve been her piano. Cobwebs surrounded it like a prison. Unfortunately, it

was unrepairable so now it was just a model of artwork. In the distance, a

little, squeaking mouse crept into a mossy, cramped hole in the centre of the

battered, damaged wall. I gently stroked

the wall with my fingers and it left a mark of white on the walls. Near the old

piano was a piece of music, The Twist. This was a common piece of music in the

1960’s. This piano had been left here

for around 60 years.