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"Dear Lilly, such pretty little lies you weave. But they are not necessary; if you truly wish it, I will tell you. Yours is not a terrible tragedy, obviously not one that has stopped you from becoming a very intriguing person. But, in my mind, it is still a bit tragic to have neither parent at your side in your youth. Only your father died, but your mother is so often gone to work she may as well have been a stranger. It was she who drew me to you, actually. The desire in her heart for your talent to burn brightly as the sun and spread as far as said star's warmth." Traigéide mimics her movements once more, gently cupping her jaw in his hands and running his thumbs over her cheek bones. "It is not enough for her to want it. Your passion is often thwarted by your lack of confidence. It has only grown worse since Didier, the damned fool. And that is the true tragedy of it... For the world to your talent... Ah, to hell with the world. I do not want to let such a beautiful thing slip away."

Alex played for a full ten minutes, before coming to a slow easy stop. She was obviously not one for the short two to three minute songs like most musicians play today. As if the Muse was not even there, she quickly closed the cover on the keys and grabbed her blank sheets and paper and started putting the music to paper, scribbling furiously as if she was afraid that if she didn't get it written down right away she would lose the music in her head.

"Well, I was told what your name was and what city you would be in by my boss. I've been looking all day for you though, and now I'm exhausted! What kind of music do you play?" she replied, still as bubbly as ever.

Boss?

"I haven't really thought about it, but I geuss you could say that I play by mood." Leaya said slightly musing, " Jazz, Rock, Classical, R & B, it never really mattered to me what genre it was. Only how it made me feel."

Relizing that she was waxing poetic and to a stranger no less, Leaya simply finished, "But I have to say that my favorite kind of music would have to be, Classical"

"Ohhhh, so you write based on how you feel! That's so much better than some of those so-called artists out these days! I can't wait to see what you create!" Erys said with a grin. "So where are we going?"

Alex was still writing away, as fast as she could, and only nodded her head in reply. She didn't stop until she had twenty sheets of music piled on top of each other. She slowly set the pencil down and wiped a bit of sweat off of her face. She blinked as she turned to face him. "Sorry..." she whispered as an apology. "I didn't really hear what you said... my dad always complains about me being too caught up in my music to realize what is going on around me..."

Alexandra wrote the title of the peice on the top page, in a nice flowing script. "It's in the kitchen... and no, it's just a mini fridge, since it's just me... well, was just me... I usually eat breakfast and lunch on campus, and either grab a salad on the way home or go eat with dad for dinner..." she explained as she got up and walked into the kitchennette. "Right here." she said, pointing to the miniture refridgerator. Next to it was a small microwave, and on the far side of the counter was a stove. "The um... plasticware is in this drawer here, the paper plates are up there in the cabinet, and the skillet and spatula are next to the plates..."

"I feel bad enough asking dad to pay for the apartment because he didn't want me to live in the dorms... and he paid for the appliances... I couldn't possibly ask him to pay for more stuff too..." she said as she walked over to the piano, picking up the sheet music. With a sigh, she tucked it into a drawer in the kitchen that was filled with other handwritten sheets of music. "And my part-time job on the weekends doesn't make enough for me to redecorate.."