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I'm the daughter of Nick Jonas and Meghan Trainor. My parents never got married but they are my parents. And one day I was walking home from school humming the song I have to play to get into Manhattan School of Music (a famous music school for high schoolers for famous musician's kids). The song was called "Love Joy". There is a duet of this song for a violinist and an accompanist. And I will never be accompanist. That is what I thought before my accident happen. The accident that ended my pianist career forever or as I thought. My finger were shredded up. I torn all the tendons in my hands and fingers. I can't move my hands or fingers for months after that. It take a long time till I could move them and I would not go near a piano without shaking and freaking out. I stop singing too and I love to sing. Music is my life. Music helps me embrace my feelings and for people to hear and see it too. One day I was playing around in the music room at my middle school and ... I started to play op.57 no.2 "Love's Sorrow" on the piano. And this is where my story beginnings. Oh and my name is Astrid Camellia.
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