Desire to play with heart

Desire to play with heart

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She never knew that she will go that path. She wanted to go throught the school, but one day she heard performance. Performance of heart of man who died the time he ended his song. Even in that time in hospital, his last wish was to play and she found her desire in the last moment when he told her the violin is her. Christine never played, alone singed anything. She couldnt sing and mother wasnt musician, her father was busnismen and he never took much second glance at music. But when she was last time visit her grandpa she found that even music can be something in her life. Something what she was searching for whole life. Even if she had perfect non-american life at the California. She had friends and she still have becouse they want to help her, want to help in the first time of her life to do something she wants. To play the violin even if she ever didnt played her.
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Escape

Have you ever stopped to sit and watch the world pass by; wondering what would happen if we had no time, no clock, nothing to keep track, or have you ever sat down and listen to music drowning out all unwanted problems you refuse to pay attention to. As you sit you begin to realize every second has its new beginnings. Time is something money can't buy, but it is also something you can't place on fast forward or rewind. Every beat of life counts just have to listen to the melody to live it happily. A young teenage girl is living an unwanted life every hour has a memory running straight through and every tick tock and replay cuts into her past. "Turn the music up, real loud. As the lyrics fill my head, a hundred memories run wild, lyrics intertwining with my thoughts. Change of attitude, cant be disturbed. Words flow like tears, all eyes on me. Every one is an onlooker, keep watching you don't want to miss this." Here is her story.

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