Colorless Sound
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Do you believe in the saying that "when one loses one sense, the others are enhanced"? I certainly do. I would know.
Music is a gift given by humanity. The elegant sounds of the classical, the exciting beats of the pop music, and the funky tune of the jazz. The only thing musicians dream of is playing those kinds of songs on their own musical instruments. But what happens when they can't even see the sheet music? What if they can't hear the sounds of their own playing? How does music thrive under those conditions then?
Two disabled adolescent musicians with different drives and views on music take part in a European competition. One is a wealthy violinist who lives the elite life in Germany. The other is a middle-class pianist who lives a simple, yet exciting, life in London.
But what would happen if their worlds collided? How much would their lives change from one single encounter? How will music intertwine their lives and change them for the better?
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