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The piano keys tapped back and forth, back and forth. There was no rythmn, no flow, no soul. The tune was lifeless, just like the player. The vision was intact but the dream had not been fufilled. There it was the answer, staring her right in the face. The notes became clear and she played a beautiful tune that spoke poetry to the soul. She ended the final note with a hope of realization. One of which she had never reached before in her life. All the twists and turns she had played in the past with her piano, with the cords, she wasn't going to make them again. Opening up her self to new oppertunities to new thoughts and to new ideas. The girl was ready for the world to hear her poetry. Would this be her second coming or the first realization of the big picture? The answer lies with in the hearts of the individual who creates the dream. Discover.