My colourful but silent life
- LECTURES 13
- Votes 2
- Chapitres 2
En cours d'écriture5m
Dernière publication dim., janv. 17, 2016
My hands shake gently as the strings of my violin take place.
The crowd goes completely dead silent, taking in every beautiful note i play on the wood oak stage.
People say that i have an amazing talent in music and i should have it as a career.
This IS my dream until, one day everything changes in a split second.
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