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I heard someone playing a piano when I came to myself.

Followed by violins.

A whole orchestra started playing.

I was swaying back and forth in the music... I felt so immersed... like I was part of the music.

As long as the music went on I felt undescribable happiness.

I felt like I was born anew.

Never have I had this feeling. So refreshing. You could even say it strenghtened my soul.

I felt strong. I felt powerful.

Until the music stopped playing....

I lost all this power in an instant. I felt alone.

I felt lost. Hopeless. Fear overcame me.

I felt like I was going insane. It truly was mental torture.

This went on for some time. Who knows how long it was and who cares.

It could have been an instant, it could have been years.

Nobody cared, not even I did. I never begged for it to stop. I couldn't.

My mind was unfocused. Most thought patterns were not available to me in this state.

I was just drifting around.

Until... Music. The music stared playing again.

One note resounded in my head. This one note was like a heartbeat!

Followed by the orchestra it rejuvinated me. After all this torture I was strenghtened again.

Little by little it took away the strains on my soul.

But like last time.. It stopped after a while.

The same thing happened multiple times. I was tortured and healed over and over.

I couldn't lose my mind since it seemed defective anyways.

The longer it went on the more I was able to percieve.

I started to be able to see. I saw the concert hall.

I witnessed many different orchestras, many different people.

But what was the most fascinating for me was the variety of music.

Not that there were that many genres but the musical pieces all had originality and were

so satisfying to listen to.

I saw so much, the longer this went on the less people came to the concert hall.

Upon one day noone came anymore.

Only the caretaker that has been around since he was a child.

He grew old in this concert hall and it seemed like he would meet his end here,

everyday he took care of it to the utmost.

One day he died. Nobody came anymore, so nobody noticed his death.

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He died in the place he loved. But it was a sad sight to see.

Had the concert house still been active he might have died with a smile on his face.

But I saw him dying teary eyed. I filled me with pain. I wanted to do something.

Something to help him.

But I was powerless.

Unable to do anything.

I felt angry at myself.

I wanted to do something.

But nothing changed, and I remained in my disfuncional mindstate....

After some time people came in and noticed his skeleton under a pile of dust.

I was curious and went to look at the people who came in here.

3 people I never seen before. 2 old men and 1 young man.

I immediately noticed those mens aura and I didnt like it at all.

But since I could do nothing I had to let them explore the big concert hall and all the

backspace areas.

They noticed the skeleton under a pile of dust and had disgusted looks on their faces.

The young man even kicked the skeleton away... he seemed annoyed to have to see such a sight.

They left immedeately afterwards.

As I was drifting like always the door opened again and many men came in.

Amongst them was the young male that I didnt like at all.

Many burly men were with him but also many females with cleaning equipment.

The woman started to clearn everything which suddenly made me very happy.

I hoped they would let this place shine once more.. In the glory it once shone.

But I was disappointed... Even after evrything was renewed, the orchestras that played were

not even close to those back in the days...

I got angry. I could have enjoyed the music if I would have seen the musicians playing with effort

and passion. But nothing of this. I felt like they were all lifeless. Just like puppets.

This is what happens if the manager is a person that does not give his heart to music

and does shady business behind the scenes.

Selling drugs, making deals on the cost of human lives. Evil things. He was evil...

For a lover of music, love and piece he was an enemy.

And I felt extreme anger surging up within me.

I could not contain my rage anymore, even though I had no mouth I started

screaming and screeching. That was when I gave in to rage competely....