It starts when she hears that quiet beat in her head. A simple little beat that sounds bright, but slowly it grows into something dim.

She doesn’t understand why she hears it, but she continues to build in her head. Her fingers tap on the table in front of her as she sips her coffee. Her eyes narrow as each tap comes as an offbeat rhythm that complements what plays in her mind.

A deep breath manages to create a bridge. Something whole, something deep, something that represented her soul. She chewed on her lip as the tune continued to play. A smile started to lift the corners of mouth.

A tune needed to be recorded.

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