At this very moment, somewhere in the
universe, music is being played. Music is being made. Songs are
being sung, guitars are being strummed. Finger tips are dancing over
piano keys, lyrics being written about painful memories. Someone
plays violin as a bride walks down the aisle, while someone listens to
music as they run a mile. Children dance to music while through the house
they roam, church groups singing to local nursing homes. Someone
smiles when they learn their first chord, someone else watches them
feeling slightly bored. A girl fights nerves before her first fame
chance, a boy waits in line hoping to catch a glance. A song pops up
on the radio, but it's changed cause it's one they don't know. A high
school boy band practices in a dark garage, hoping for their gig tonight
to attract some applause. A girl sits in her room strumming her feelings
into the night, her tired family hopes she'll soon turn out the light. Not
a day goes by when music is not around you, open up your eyes, it just might
astound you.
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