She loved art. He loved music. She painted. He played the drums. They were so different, yet so alike. They never talked to each other. They never expected to talk. No...she never expected they'd end up talking. She never expected that she'd end up falling in love with him. She always knew she'd fall for an artist. But she didn't know it would be an artist of a completely different kind of art. This is the rewritten story of The Beat of His Drums.All Rights Reserved