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Collins's head. "You two damn women! After divorcing me, you ran all the way out here and made me search everywhere for you! "And you even stole my money before you left! I'll kill you!" The entire hall descended into chaos. As for me, I left with all my classmates. We sang our hearts out at a karaoke bar, belting out "See You Again". By the end, many of us were in tears. As the cicadas grew louder and summer settled in around us, we finally said goodbye to our youth. I knew I would never forget that vivid, unforgettable summer.

Coaxed a melody that sounded like a confession made in the dark. “My mother taught me,” he said without stopping. “She said music is the only thing that cannot be deceived. It reveals truth without asking permission.” “Because music has no agenda,” Elena said. “People have far too many.” “Including us.” Dante’s fingers went still. The silence that followed was heavier than any melody he’d just played. “You speak as though you were born from a wound, Elena.” Her alias in his mouth felt like a borrowed coat that had begun to choke her.

"Music is one of the few things that has not lost meaning over the years." 200 years… he didn't look a day older than 24. "What else has lost meaning?" "Most things. People, ambitions and even existence itself becomes hollow when you have infinite time to fill." He looked up at the stars. "Do you know what it is like to watch everyone you care about age and die while you remain unchanged?" "No." "It is exhausting. You learn not to care and not to form attachments that will only lead to grief." His voice dropped. "But sometimes you fail at that lesson."

Using the leather gloves, I slowly slide them onto my hands, flexing my fingers. He doesn't need to be told to understand what comes next. "I'm sorry! Boss! Forgive me this once. It was a mistake." Yeah, you shagging my woman was a mistake. I'm not disputing that fact. I'm just about to make it the worst mistake of your life. My eyes sweep across the array of instruments. Instruments. The name fits perfectly. They oftentimes become the casual factor of good music. Although a few are less pleasant. "I wonder if you'd be one of the unpleasant, Marco."

“Thank you.” She wanted to fold the note, and she noticed there was more on the back. She turned it to the other page and continued to read it. “Music is a dream, but one that you cannot hear. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything. It is the shorthand of emotion. Music can, without words, evoke our laughter, our fears, our highest aspirations. It is the shorthand of emotions. And I hope music will be your refuge just like it is for me. I always crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness…

, he asked. "Of course not, tell me more!", she said with enthusiasm. "Music and reading books were my only escape from the evilness surrounding my life. I used most of my money to buy CDs of classic albums. Then once I got it, I pretend that I live inside the music and don't think about what's happening in my life. Same goes for books; once I start reading, my eyes are glued and I could have a good time reading something that I enjoy. That is why music and reading is so crucial to my life. Without them, I could have ended my life and no one would have cared. I wouldn't have found my passion in poetry if I didn't pick up a book or bought a CD. So music and books really did save my life and d

The language of music surpassed words, allowing me to express the depths of my soul and communicate with those who listened. I played with unyielding commitment, pouring every ounce of my being into the performance. The intricate dance between the minor and major keys became a testament to the duality of existence itself. The music echoed the bittersweetness of life, where sadness and joy coexist and where beauty is often found in the most unexpected places.

Like I wanted so badly to see you make a fool of yourself," he muttered. -I heard you! I turned up the music a little more and asked him for some speakers, he grumbled again but agreed and asked Adams and Santillán who soon arrived with two large ones, we connected them and the music was heard even louder. I tried to let go as I told him, I didn't close my eyes because I still didn't feel completely safe, so I just moved as best I could. —I don't know how to dance to this music!—probably if I was making a fool of myself with my dance steps. “Just move like in the movies. —The ones with cowboys who do choruses in barns as a final closing? He was about to turn offended. "Don't turn around!" "Y

“Perhaps I see myself in your situation. I worked very hard to get to where I am today. But you also remind me of my wife. I told you before. I lost her, but she would want me to be happy. And if I found true happiness with her, why wouldn’t I want to jump at the chance of finding it again with someone just like her?” “I’m not sure how I feel being compared to your wife. It doesn’t seem like I stand a fair chance if I’m being compared to someone or you are constantly thinking of someone else.” I sighed and said, “I’m not comparing you to her. I’m finding the same happiness I once had. Have you ever felt true happiness with anything?” “Yes, my music. Music is my life. I can always find a song

Piper finally spoke, "I wasted so many years in London when I could've been here. We take things for granted and never appreciate what we have" Seb stayed quiet as he could sense Piper wasn't asking a question or looking for a reply. She was simply making an affirmation. "When I left for Uni it was the old cliche of doing something with my life, making the world a better place blah blah blah. I had so many plans and then I ended up making mistake after mistake and then I come home and it feels like I'm starting the cycle again". Piper continued.