Despite this everyday torment, it never affected my music.
When you love something truly, nothing can manipulate you over it.
Music was an area I flourished. It was a way I expressed my feelings. Not just me, it was a way the suppressed expressed their voices.
I loved the piano with all my heart.
I was currently learning how to play one of Bethovens symphonies, Moonlight Sonata.
It indeed is beautiful. It takes you on an endless journey towards the skies.
It's pretty hard as well, but after some practice I was sure to conquer it.
There was one place in our school nobody knew about. It was the old music room. I had accidentally stumbled upon it one day while trying to hide from the supressors.
It was a rather dusty room which took a lot of time to clean up but the result was a beauty. It even had a piano!
So,I started going here every day to escape the clutches of their evil hands.
I'd always practice in this music room. As you can guess, there was only one song I played here and that was: Moonlight Sonata.
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Melody
Short Story"You are my melody", she said. A story about a girl who was a victim of the suppressors, commonly known as bullying. "They say every story has a plot-twist, so did mine" Read on for a short and sweet story!!!
