I rushed back in and pressed my ear up against the back wall. There it was. The sound I heard. The soothing music was right beyond this wall. My eyes darted around the room until they settled on a cello case that was on its side. It was still pinned up against the wall by the shelf and some other cases. It didn't occur to me until then that it was possible the door was behind something.
I moved the case out of the way, and there it was. A small door with an old style keyhole in it. I got on my knees as I lifted the key from around my neck. With a shaking hand, I pushed it in and turned. There was a loud click, and I was in.
I expected to find Mr. Morgan on the other side with a smug look on his face. Or maybe even a camera crew that was a part of some lame Youtube prank channel. It wasn't any of that though. Just a piano and the one playing it.
A piano and a girl.