Abigail heard the thunderous cheer as she crossed the footbridge. She looked over to the lights of the concert hall and was overcome by a rush of emotion. The vibration of the applause pulled at her and she realized it was that noise that she would miss the most.
She remembered a time when the sweetest sound was the music her violin made when she played it. It soothed her and gave her joy. She practiced for hours just for the pleasure of it. She missed that joy and decided it was to time to find it again.
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