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A/N: I had no idea where this was going, please tweak this one about and bear in mind I wrote this with a serious lack of sleep.

"I started learning when I was five! How was I supposed to realise my teacher was binding my soul to every piano ever to exist? It's not exactly pleasant, hearing the instrument you love, wrenching out the darkest feelings in your heart and weaving it with the music to awaken the monsters inside the audience! And it's DEFINITELY NOT my fault that you just happened to put me in front of an audience who deep down connect with the music on a psychopathic level!"

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