Prologue
I stand at the gates , the one coated with gold and made of iron. What's the purpose of theses gates , to keep people in or keep people out.. I don't know. I never would of thought that I would be standing here at the music school in LA. Not because I was extremely talented and couldn't chase a dream. Or couldn't divide myself from my home. I died. That's the way I explain, though doctors are certain I dove into a wavelength of extreme unconsciousness but was still half their half not. I don't believe that. Can you really divide a person from their memories , I don't believe we can. If we cannot divide ourselves between our love of music we definitely can't remove the past.
By now i should have you wondering what happened to me, right. We had a car crash. One of the common ways to die , after disease and natural causes. I should of died but I floated on the brink of death watching as my life crept past. But I'm here now that's all that matters.
The iron gates loomed in front of me giving off a strange vibe. I shivered in cold and looked up into the dark clouds. It was going to rain , I could hear the cars rushing past the smell of exsuast stained into the air. My dream. The gate swung open and I rushed into the safety of the grounds. It was beautiful the way the leaves twirled around the branches claiming it theirs. The flowers that popped up from their beds rushing to greet the sun. I felt a drop of water flow down my check. I rushed into the careful area of the door. The building stunned me. It was not modern it was old , it looked amazing the dark brick and the vines running down the walls , creeping into windows where it was unwanted.
I pressed the doorbell ,nothing happed I inched closer and heard the music . The variety of colours and emotions. This was the place I wanted to be not a person playing the cello , but the cello flooding out with emotions playing the tune that no one expected to hear.