I was downstairs, meditating before the the big concert for the music festival. It helped put me in a relaxed mood, especially when you're on my mom's hectic boat. It was then I heard someone in my cabin.

"UH!"

I slowly opened my eyes; not that it would do much for me.

"Hey, My name's Mama uh Mamamarinette! Your mom sent me down here. The groove...uh... the group's waiting for you."

"Hello, Mamamarinette." I said, chuckling.

I then realized by the girl's awkward silence that I must've embarrassed her.

"Sorry. I tend to make more sense with this."

I grabbed the guitar next to my bed and strummed it.

"Oh." said Marinette, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were-"

"What?" I asked.

I then realized she was talking about my blindness. She must've seen my white cane or the Braille sheet music near my bed.

"Oh yeah." I said.

There was an awkward silence. I was use to those whenever someone found out I was blind. I figured I'd make her feel calm by having her sit next to me, so I patted the edge of my bed, coaxing her to me.

As she sat next to me, I could sense an unusual rhythm from her heart.

"That's strange. It seems you have something like this in your heart."

I played a few chords, mimicking her heart.

"How do you do that?" she asked.

"Music is often simpler than words."

"Is that a result of your blindness?"

"No, getting superpowers from your disability is a myth. I wish though."

I felt Marinette get up off of the bed and heard her walk over to where my CDs and guitar picks were.

"You like Jagged Stone's music?"

"He's my favorite singer."

"Mine too."

I heard her hand shuffle through the picks.

"You can have it if you like. I've got plenty."

"Oh! Thanks!"

I got up from the bed and grabbed my cane.

"I think i'd better go join the...groove, you said?"

"Did I really say that? Oh no."

"You're a funny girl Marinette."

I started heading towards the exit as Marinette followed.

"So, have you always been blind?"

"Not always. I started loosing my sight at a young age and I didn't go completely blind until I was ten."

"I see. Sorry I asked."

"It's okay, I'm use to getting that question."

I couldn't help but hear Marinette's heart as we walked together. There seemed to be something special about her. Something beautiful. I didn't need to see in order to know her beauty.