My Music
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Romance
She ached once more to dance and sing. To play her violin until the dawn. But she was no longer a maiden found in the poor village of the deep woods. She was in a wealthy house. Caged like a rare bird; the last of her kind. Note: this is a rough draft and I have no idea what direction to stear the story to. If you have suggestions and ideas please share them with me.
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She wanted something so much better than working as a slave, he wanted to live the simple life and to stop hiding when her father died he left everything to her stepmother and her stepsister due to him not leaving his will, or so she thought he was becoming popular overnight due to having her dream, to perform in front of billions and to have their voices reach them all when they collide in a thrift store their whole worlds will turn upside down, will she get to be free and have her voice reach those who will hear or will she remain the slave she has been for so long? Copyright, I own the storyline but not most of the characters Warning ⚠️ mature language

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