Gemotions

Eliza, still wearing the realtor's ludicrously oversized boots, gaped. The wall, previously flush, now revealed a dark, rectangular opening. She felt a giggle bubble up, escaping as a delighted squeak. Her fingers, which had been tentatively prodding the wall panel, suddenly flew to her mouth.

Inside, a collection of vintage instruments gleamed dimly. A grand piano, draped in a sheet, stood sentinel. She clapped a hand over her own mouth to stifle the excited noises threatening to burst forth.

"Oh my gosh," she whispered, the words barely audible. This completely changed everything. This hidden chamber – she already knew what it would become, and the anticipation was intoxicating.