Songless Simon

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"Ronny what are you doing!" I whisper screamed. He sat in his dark basement on a wooden stool. His father's guitar was in his arms. If someone else caught him, he'd be sent to jail.

"Come on Marina you know that I'm not the only one- I know you want to write music too." He replied in a hushed voice, looking into my soft green eyes. I let out a sigh, not admitting that Ronny was right. His father Rohsell was a famous Latin Singer, so music was in his DNA. Music must've called to me because of my mother's love for it. 

I was supposed to hate it because My father worked for the music men. Songless Simon, the president of the U.S. and music men . His father was a drunk, failed music artist. He was abusive, and Simon saw music as the enemy. Every note reminded him of his painful song. Others had similar experiences, but none of his men testified to their experience. Many testified to their cause, and I pretended to agree with it. I tried to agree with it, because I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't.  I couldn't lie to myself, I loved music.




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