What do you listen to when somebody writes on the blackboard. Some sounds that come from the wooden thing? Me not. I heard a rythm. I heard music. Slow or fast. I heard nothes, created chords, then cello started it's part which would me much more beautiful with the accompany of violin. I already heard the music. It was a polifone music. And I heard how somebody started to shake my arm "Mary where are you? The teacher has called your name 5 times" and I "Mmm...I'm here.. " then I murmured to myself "Yeah...here.." I couldnt help the wish to sing and play all the time... As a rule every page of my notebooks were painted with notes and music... But maybe it wasnt the only reason why I regret not applying for musical collage. I met someone at my high school who made me admit that I and music are synonimous...that someone was a boy from my class...
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A Dreamer...
Teen FictionIt's the story of my life... I'm a violinist pianist and guitarist... as for everybody, for me life has made and is still making many many difficulties... overcoming them I crash into other problems .. hope you'll enjoy reading this because I think...
