“Where did I go wrong?” he kept asking himself, looking down at the keyboard. Or what was left of it. Things had seemed so perfect. Every single feeling that had vibrated inside him while writing “Sounds of Love”, echoed through her fingertips as they danced gracefully over the black and white keys. Her quiet smile, the tantalizing way she played with a lock of hair as he told about the significance of muse in composer’ s life. His special someone, the mysterious girl from the house across the street who had been inspiration for all of his creations…. CRACK! The synthesizer had just hit the wall as he heard her footsteps halfway down the stairs.
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