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(Thursday, August 03, 2006-)
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the guitar music filled the entire room. such beauty, such sadness. his fingers, tender yet firm, caressed the strings, gently letting each note leave its mark, giving them a gentle push. the audience was in awe; the music was filled with such emotion, such angst, such sorrow, such love. slowly but surely, the music drifted into the audience's souls, touching their very core. the guitarist was now no longer just pulling the guitar strings; he was playing on the heartstrings.
suddenly, as if taking the opportunity to shock, the fingers flew into a frenzy, furiously pulling the strings. each note landed heavily on the audience, setting fire in their hearts. yet, anyone who listened would have felt a chill down their spine, such was the contradiction of his emotions. then, once again, the music return to its original pace, the fingers, fatigued with passion, limped across the guitar neck, and the song slowly drew to a close. tears mingled with his sweat as they rolled down his face
overwhelmed, the audience gave him a standing ovation. standing to take a bow, he turns around, walking back into his solitude...
the story ends like this;
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