A Primeira Música : O Ritmo

A Primeira Música : O Ritmo

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Meu nome é Pedro, Pedro Montinegro. Tenho apenas 17 anos, alto, nem tão gordo, nem tão magro, como minha mãe gosta de dizer "na medida", cabelos negros, sou negro, meu maior sonho é ser um artista. Feche os olhos, se imaginem realizando seus sonhos, fazendo a coisa que mais te deixa feliz, de repente você está em um lugar onde as pessoas pisam em você, pisam em seus sonhos, tentam destruir- los de qualquer maneira. O que está sentindo? O que vai fazer? Em quem confiar? Estou me fazendo essas perguntas há meses. Desde que conseguir uma bolsa nesse internato de música, minha vida se tornou um inferno. Tudo começo quando a professora de composição, pediu para compor uma musica em grupo...
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