Can’t Remember To Forget You [Madison is an aspiring lawyer who finds herself caught up in a love triangle during her final year of law school. Things take an even more stressful turn when her father announces his intention to run for President, throwing the young woman and her love life into the public eye. During this time, she comes to depend on her friends more so than ever, but who can Madison really trust?] Gentle music filled the air, floating through every cold grey hallway and into the vacant rooms. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata played throughout the plush golden room. With one final note, slender snow white fingers lifted themselves from the virgin white keys. Madison sighed heavily as she folded her hands on her lap, allowing her chocolate brown curls to fall down her shoulder like waves. Being a law student was never easy, it was time consuming for a start, and her studies took away most of her free time. This meant that she often had to go days - even weeks - between playing the piano. A simple hobby that Madison had acquired as a child. Running her fingers through her silk like hair, Madison reached out to lift her phone from the top of the baby grand piano. Regardless of the fact it was a Friday night and most of her friends were out in the city, Madison still felt stressed. A fear of exams, failure and life itself seemed to overcome the aspiring lawyer on a daily basis. Perhaps that was why she found herself walking the familiar route to the nearest Starbucks for some much needed caffeine. It didn’t help that her family life seemed to be even more chaotic, all she knew was that her father was planning on announcing something at a press conference in two weeks; to Madison, it seemed like her father was about to take early retirement from his role as Senator to focus on his new marriage with his second wife - Madison’s stepmother. After a much needed caffeine kick, Madison found herself going on autopilot towards the university’s main library; everyone knew that if you couldn’t find Madison, she was most likely in the library. It wasn’t easy being the daughter of a senator, and even more so when Madison’s mother was the infamous ‘Diane Lockhart’ a top criminal lawyer. Holding open the glass door, Madison headed into the modern and contemporary library, dropping her monogram tote down onto the chair beside her before sitting down. God, she needed a drink; or maybe two. Opening up the thick hardback textbook, Madison could feel a splitting migraine forming. Failure was not an option. Leaning back in the high chair, Madison took her legal notebook and began to write out notes, attempting to block out the rest of the world around her.