Elyssa.Anne
A single, sweet note bounced through the air as he pulled the bow across the strings. He stood on a darkened stage in front of a crowd of hundreds. They saw him as nothing more than a statue- a producer of sound. To them, he wasn't a musician. The violin was.
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