Prologue

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Proglouge

Voice of An Angel - The Perfect Measure

As I lay on the lush green grass in the field, I let the tears fall. They mingled with the rain drops falling from the sky. That seemed to happened alot... I noticed when I was younger... whenever I cried it would rain, whenever I was happy about something the sun would suddenly appear... You get the idea.

But one thing that I noticed was, when I cried, the tear drops weren't clear and salty like everyone elses... they were silvery... they shone like they had thousands of twinkling stars inside of them... and they tasted sweet. I could never put a name to the taste, all I knew was that it was sweet.

How rude of me, I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Evangeline Israfel Haven (Israfel as in the Angel of Music and yes, my surname is Haven) and am a 17 year old girl. Apart from having two angelic names, I look the complete opposite of any stereotypical angel. I have short spikey black hair with a fringe (bangs for americans ;]) that covers my eyes which are dark midnight blue/grey with flecks of green of brown, I'm quite small, I have NOT got the perfect body like every other girl that I know which I get quite self-conscious about. I'm not the prettiest girl out there but I know I'm not ugly, I'm just average.

I love music. I play the cello, which I love. But I play loads of other instruments as well. When people say 'music is my life!', they don't know what they're saying. They're just talking about the music they listen to and how, if they didn't have that music to listen to, they wouldn't be able to live! *sighs with eye roll* My idea of 'music being my life' is alot different from this. I don't see anything else in my life; past, present or future- apart from music. Whether it be playing, writing or listening to it. It IS my LIFE. That's probly why my parents named me after the Angel of Music... Not that I could ask them... they died when I was little, but not young enough that I couldn't forget... I must have repressed the death of my parents, because I was there and saw, which is something you wouldn't forget even at that age... which is weird, because I don't remember a things...

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