Friends, family, and fellow musicians gathered in mourning for her funeral. Her most prized possession, her antique violin named The Mary Portman (1735) was a big part of her life and also attended the funeral. Lana Lombardi will be missed dearly.
I awoke hearing the lock of my room click, the hinges on the door squeaked in protest as I laid still in my velvet bed. I lost track of the days I had spent in this old, dusty room. I stared ahead into the darkness. I could barely see a faded black and white picture of my best friend on the ceiling along with a sticker from the musical group we were in. Lost in my nostalgia I failed to notice the male hand approaching me. I snapped out of my reverie when the cold hand forcefully lifted me from my bed and gripped my throat. My arm was temporarily forgotten, but I didn’t particularly care for that model, it was just a cheap plastic one. At last, the mans face came into view. It was a young man no more than 25 years old. He had a kindly disposition, but his hands were shaky and cold. Longing to finally sing, I did not complain. The hand tightened around my neck and I could feel