Prologue

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This is how it begins. 

Two lovers. One British woman and one American man. The first voice, first glance, first scent. It was love at first sight. There was no hiding their attraction for one another, there was no use in trying to hide the blush that coated each other's faces whenever they were near one another. 

So they did with any reasonable person would do, they started dating. 

They dated for five lively, beautiful years. Five years where they have more firsts'. First kiss, first touch, first love. First, and only love. Eventually, those five years ended. It ended with one man kneeling, and one woman squealing in delight. 

A year after that they had a child. Such a beautiful, perfect child who adored music. 

Four years passed and that child had played his first song, Mary Had a Little Lamb, on the piano. 

Five years passed and that child composed his own music. 

Three years passed and he learned various instruments: Oboe, clarinet, Flute, saxophone, and drums. 

One year after that was the accident. 

This is where our story ends. 


But also where another begins. 

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