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As the night waned in, retreating the sunlight to the other ends of the earth, a young woman arrived at her house
in a little city that resided in a small county. The population of the area was a bit less than average so everyone knew one another, yet no one really knew much about the young woman. Sure, she had a great reputation to her fans, but none could say anything about her personality, just her creations.
With her family history, no one could have ever guessed why she chose this career. Her grandmother was an author and her mother was a well known actress, but her? At a late age, she picked up an unusual taste and grew into it, pouring everything into producing the most beautiful things.
You see, one day she acted older than her actual age and strolled into the only music store in the county followed by her father, stepmother, and little brother. She wandered around the store, letting her heart lead her found the most modest instrument she had ever seen. She picked it up to examine it and suddenly had an urge to to hear it's sweet sound.
The store manager was working when he first heard something. He thought that it was just some teenagers being funny as he tried to find a stopping place in his filing to check up on them, but that was when he heard the sound more clearly. A soft tune teased his senses, cutting off all other thoughts and sensations. He found himself strolling through his office and into the store. There, a teenage girl had in her hands his cheapest, yet most beautiful of instruments, playing a song with it as if she used to play long ago. The ghostly notes chilled him as no other professional musician had. There was something...
Something about the song that froze him until she stopped and looked straight at him. Despite her physical age, her eyes showed that she knew something more.
He walked up to the strange girl and asked her if she had ever had lessons before. She answered no, smiled quickly, and turned to replace the instrument. He realized that she was going to leave, so he stopped her. What made him halt her progress toward the outside world?
It wasn't everyday that an unknown talent came up. He asked her if she wanted to buy the instrument, but she told him that she'd have to borrow money from her parents in order to do that and that she didn't want to do that to them. He told her that he could hold it for her until she saved up enough money and that she could come in whenever she wanted and play for as long as she wished.
The girl took up the offer and kept to it. Everyday after her high school finished for the day, she'd come in and played on the humble item, slowing capturing the hours that she spent there. People in the street would stop, catching the soft music and gathered around the little store, forgetting their daily tasks. The store manager was pleased that after she started coming, his business was growing.
Adults came in with their old saxophones, flutes, and other such items that needed mending. Children became interested in music and begged their parents to get them lesson books. Even other teenagers, who were starting to feel like nothing could excite them, decided to redevelop their forgotten talents. Yet the one real reason why he liked the girl being in his store was that the music she played came straight from her heart. It seemed magical how she closed her wise green eyes and produced luscious melodies.
All too soon was she able to walk up to the manager and tell him that she could finally purchase the instrument. He didn't want to see her go, but he knew that soon her unique talent would be known world-wide. She held the case tight in one hand and blank score sheets in the other. She couldn't wait to get home.
The strange girl never boasted or bragged about her talent to anyone. She was so humble and modest like her instrument. When people asked her to play for them her answer was always a sweet reply stating that she was waiting for the right moment. Everyone always wondered when that was going to be and waited. By her senior year, their waiting stopped. She told just one person and the whole county knew what she had planned.
At the graduation ceremony, almost the whole town was stuffed in the small auditorium with cameramen from across the county. After all of the diplomas and awards were passed out, the principle declared that the a student would play for everyone in honor of her little brother, who the strange girl said had done so much for her though he was but a babe.
The news camera's whirring seemed to quiet down as the girl picked up her instrument and walked to the center of the stage. Then she donned away with her graduation robe and cap, revealing not a girl, but a young woman clothed in a simple pure white gown. Many murmurs around the stage spoke of heaven and escaped angels as she positioned her instrument and waited.
Nothing moved or made a sound inside this graveyard of live people for only a minute when the bow slid across the taut strings, softly at first like a gentle whisper of wind, then the sound grew as if the music were living and reached to all ears so everyone could hear. No one knew what exactly had captivated them as she played, but not one soul wanted to speak as if the words would blemish the notes floating about like faeries dancing together on a full moon night.
The most amazing thing about this woman was that as she played, words touched the onlookers. As she played, a whole orchestra rumbled the ground beneath everyone's feet and an unknown female voice sang, though it was just her by herself.
The final note was sung and yet no one blinked, afraid that it was all a dream and the girl was just a figment of their imagination or an angel briefly visiting them. Then it started. First one person, then four, then twenty, then everyone was giving the woman a standing ovation. Her wise green eyes looked upon her family with a smile much too modest for the woman.
The day afterward, letters and newspapers, videos and pictures, friends and family came by to congratulate the girl. Everywhere she went, she was treated like a star, but as a fragile one for she rarely spoke, though her presence screamed authority. Everyone knew that she was destined for something better even as she stayed in the little county, recording her music in the little music store to sell around that state and maybe the country.