Creative Hostage

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I gently slide onto the solid wooden bench, the ivory keys laid out before me, tempting me. I long to reach out and press one, to hear the mellow sound as it slowly fades away, but I hold back, my years of training kicking in.

Music is more than hammers hitting strings, more than sound created by pressing a key on a piano. Music comes from a place deep within, a secret place, and before any outward sound is allowed, the music inside…

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