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You know, my story is something written from my very heart, and yet when I get it on paper it seems like such a dumb idea. My inspiration comes from the thoughts and feelings I get when I truly connect with what I'm singing/playing and I can physically feel my heart responding in ernest, so I know I'm not making it up. The whole idea of being able to absolutely connect with music in all ways really pulls at my soul because that is all I wish for when I'm really involved with what I'm singing, but for some odd reason I feel like I'm doing the idea a gross injustice. I feel like I'm not accurately portraying what Danica experiences when she enters "the silver-blue stream of the Music," even though it is a very real metaphor for part of my life. I am almost more disappointed in myself than I can contemplate at the moment, but I hope other people can understand the sheer ecstasy I feel when I sing. Just think of something, anything you do that you are more than passionate about, something that makes your heart soar and allows your mind to be at peace. That's what I'm writing about, the purest joy I feel at connecting with something I truly love, and the terrible frustration I experience when I know that what I desire most earnestly is only a dream. That makes me more sad than I can say...