Where's the music?

Where's the music?

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Fifteen-Year-old hypochondriac Kara loves music. She plays it and listens to it like its her life. Its the only thing that gets her through her panic attacks. But when her earache turns out to be something more than an earache, Kara ends up deaf, and doesn't have her music. She has to learn to deal with her silent world. Only two people are patient with her, and she falls in love with one. What else can go wrong?
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