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❛ we are fully aware that the only antidote for us is the art of music ❜
It is art that makes us search for belonging, the search for elegance without returning to the chaos of the outside, allowing us to live in a state of life surgery, and a huge argument for re- perfume after each surgery.
Nowadays expire walking towards the dream accompanied by music, only the music forcibly deters us in front of all the door instruments, no wonder that the meanings and the characters that we wanted to release her fall into the hands of the tendons are too hard not to not listen to it, may be enough to contain arias because we are the philosophers of the theater, we do not lack for miracles, we survive
In our musical language, which we generally take as labor to form what we have inside, it has the prestige of referring our experience to this subject.
The models, which provided the discretion is not always the truth that his charge, there is a huge noise covered following a coordinated body, idealism, although he has not yet attributed the worst things, but the feeling of victory over and circled the neglected great merit make human beings repay stoning which they do not feel at all
She loves to dream, to make dreams come true all that inevitably forgets, like floating a wall in her imagination, because only dreams supported by life, life that has long not taken its course towards things that strongly wanted it.. but have a world to cry gracefully in what a small one with its pure desire to be as sparkling as its classical theater, and its spirit that strives in the horizons of resilience as the hegemony of instrument tunes
In this room, where yesterday's evening had not gone, and the light had yet to come to accompany her too late, wine bottles give birth to a nest on the floor, above all, and cut the clothes on hand in the dreadful recipe, even her messy feminine gait with a deposit of the face is like her
In the end, she was forced to remove her body from the beds due to the ringing of her unknown phone.
"Ah! S**t..."
She groaned in exasperation, crying in the hallway, hugging the floor of the room, and the laziness of the room lit up on it.
"What's wrong now? Are you set as my alarm clock or what?"
She was the first to expire on a question and was not given permission to respond clearly with the other.
"When will your dates be set? We're about to start training in a hurry to arrive or else I'll complain about the boss."
"As if you don't know what I get from me, study your thoughts before you speak them and refrain from reading the political bulletin, the task of giving orders is not for you."
Her words may seem dry and indifferent perhaps her eyes bore the whole neighborhood, thinking of an empty picture and acting spontaneously, between a time being miserable to the edge of darkness and at another happy to the edge of recklessness.
Fragment cannot be absorbed when water is in her hand while the keloid is in her chest, and when salvation is in her body and diving into her heart, even the sun is in her heart.
She finished dressing her clothes, moving her instrument on her back, and with some of the chanted words, she had the installments emanating from her lips on the attribute of a relaxing song, a splash of dancing danced.
"Look at me, do not make me stalk you today also, while you are devoid of forbidden hands, I need it, my daughter."
Her father stood a barrier between her and the exit door, her father, who suffers from a tired aura with his disorganized clothes, clinging to her wrist, asks her what he needs every day.
"Stop! asking that poison from me, I can no longer recognize you in your condition."
She pulled his body out of her body with rigidity. She did not do that with her father before, because she always had the respect for him that no other gender got, she saw him as transgressors and this is what saddened her.
"When did you grow up and raise your voice to me, huh?"
The balance of his body and made his tone rough as well as his palm, which touched a slap in the cheek, extremely careful of webbed and her gaze distraught was limited corrected between the silence of her eyes towards it lips for a moment, what the years tried to conceal under her eyes, bump up the musical tune without knowing
"Do you know my father ... your daughter is no longer afraid of you, but at you?"
She delicately massaged the slap headquarters before adding another sentence of cold tone to that.
"I desired your reproach that I was gaining from you out of my own interest. Go back to that musician from whom I drew my strength without stopping."
She was surprised when she was in jurisprudence that her survival would make matters worse for both of them. She could have left the house with peace of mind if a third party had not appeared, making her hate spending time in the same house living among people she hates suffocates her.
"Won't you eat your meal before you go?"
She inquired with curiosity that she would act while her nails were being trimmed, indifferent to the runner that was on the stairs.
"I don't remember eating your meals before, so why do I now?"
In the same way that she speaks, she did not allow her stepmother to choose an answer because she said something else.
"It is assumed that the care that your nails receive is transferred a quarter of it to my father's position, but ... what can be expected of a woman who picks up men's money while it falls on her body."
She looked angry and did not feel any kind of exaggeration as she spoke, she is not in a state of sadness to slip into her tongue quiver with predatory, painful letters in vain, but her heart is on her tongue, as she looks, she also feels, and as frankness is born in her heart, that is It is clear from her frank speech
"Risa, when will you stop your rudeness and accept my standing, don't you get bored?"
She too did not react violently every time, her indifferent behavior was one of the things she had to get used to, whether it was happier or not.
"I use my lips to play the saxophone, so I use it for rude replies too."
She closed the door of the house after her quick exit, she wasted valuable time for discussion and pretended to forget the work that awaited her, she became afraid of meeting with her family, and when there is this kind of fear, homes lose their only privilege
The God created in her all this beauty that appears on her creation, while inside her is full of filth, and for this reason, in the eyes of everyone it seems appropriate, and whoever looks within her will have to surrender to leave on the edge of her hell.
She is proud of herself in her eyes, because she alone knows her struggle and the lectures that arise within her when her voice appears to be ostensibly buried, as she testifies to the many moments in her life that she agreed to crush and did not succeed, under the pretext that she was pressing the override button first
She did not find the parking spaces vacant due to her prolonged inaction this time, her mood became more intense as the steering wheel got successive blows without failing to shout insults that came out of her mouth shouting
"Miss Risa, you can't park your car here, this is where our guest is today."
She lowered the car window so that she could hear the guard, and as soon as he finished his words, she screamed angrily, causing the other to fear her.
"Mr Park, I was late for my training semester, so let the guest go to hell, just keep the car here as soon as I check that I haven't been fired from the job."
She addressed him in a polite tone while choosing gentle looks that he could not fail to obey
"Take responsibility when something happens that doesn't follow its consequences."
She lowered her head down several times, stealing a kiss on his forehead, before he found her running towards the gate in steps resembling a ten-year-old girl.
"You have finally been saxophone player, you can trust me, I am the Well of Secrets, Do you live underground?"
She stood on the tips of her shoes in calm steps, not afraid of the path she was taking, but what really scared her was the startled exit of her annoying friend.
"Suran! get away from me, I don't have time for your banalities, Where's the leader now?"
"He is gone and will not return."
Suran has set a goal to make Risa pay attention to what her lips throw at her, and the sight of shock on her face inevitably leads to other curious questions.
"Why? Am I the reason?"
"What a sudden confidence! He will move to live his private life away from the stage, being ready for his wedding this week."
"Oh my God, why does he have to betray music with a woman?"
She thought she was mimicking herself, and what happened to her hospitality was the constant sight of Suran until she woke her up from the stray spot.
"It won't be long and one of them will be promoted to the position of Maestro."
She shared the correct opinion, while their hearing caught a voice that ran steps towards them
"What happened to you Yixing?"
He paused catching his breath, despite his eager gazes to reveal before his tongue.
"They are attacking Mr. Park."
He spoke intermittently, taking some time to breathe, while Risa turned outside with Suran behind her hoping to match her speed.
As soon as she reached the parking lot, she saw a quarrel between four men throwing their power on the discarded Mister Park on the ground with no strength to defend, then she threw her machine towards Yixing, who was better at grasping her, tense from those angry actions.
"Get away from him bastards, who are you damn?"
Before she reached the site of the disagreement, she wrapped the shirt into her elbow, pushing them away from his outstretched body.
"Do you want to be at ground level as well, because we don't mind raising a hand on a female?"
Raging rage covered her, and she could not describe the state she was in, or what words would come out of her mouth that she feared would be harmful from the ferocity of her intensity, and her hand closed in the form of a fist through which she absorbed the anger it contained.
"I asked a question and I don't like to expect the answer. Who are you?"
She said the last two words before the other took a kick from her, without dispensing, she added her fist, too, joining in her raised voice.
"Someone breached the location of our president's car and assumes that the guard is a trustee, or you are receiving the coin without a job."
She surprised him with a slap without warning, so his other assistants seized her. She did not stop moving for salvation, as her ferocity has no end
"Hey b**ch, how dare you!"
"Your mother is a b***..."
Suran's body appeared in front of her, as she puts her hand on Risa's lips, trying to hide insults coming out in an incomprehensible voice
"What is she saying, is she insulting me?"
He asked her friend, who is trying to prevent the other from pulling his hair, looks as if the rope has cut her neck and she is thirsty for quarrels, the ugliness comes out of her mouth as prostitutes come out of a burning club
"She prays for you in the God, worry about yourself... i i mean, don't worry"
She wanted to get her body out of this chaos, but the anger injection was still effective inside, for Yisheng to appear, leaving his shock after what he noticed from Risa
"This woman is a dangerous being that you know nothing about, she is truly a frightening being who prefers to stay as far as possible from her, otherwise you will all perish."
He ordered them to step down and not get involved, more fearing the path of the skirmishes towards the courts, they ran to their places, withdrawing as soon as they saw that woman's madness, she went to Mr. Park and checked on him
"Are you okay? I will do myself justice to them, those agitators"
She was going to their side had he not grabbed her wrist and pulled her
"Fine, I'm fine, don't cause a problem your father is not in a position to make him more sad."
She breathed deeply, listening to him on the verge of standing up
"I kept them away from damaging your car, which prompted them to attack, but they left a small scratch in the front of the car."
"What! Have they touched my car with unclean hands ... Damn it?"
He pushed her, complained about her behavior, blamed her
"Hey! naughty, I am the one who was damaged and it is just a tangible thing made artificially of iron."
She could not listen to him while she was only steps away from her car or to pick up her young daughter after the saxophone
"Mr. Park, is that what you'd describe as a little scratch?"
She looked narrowly, placing her hands on the roof of the car
"This is what I was able to say to make sure you never have a tantrum again."
"I already have"
"Hey! Risa, stop it, get back here."
The baseball stick attracted in the hands of a group of young men who prevented them from enjoying this sport, and took quiet steps, which made them not notice it until they heard a cracking sound and only saw the windshield of the car completely shattered.
"What have you done, you crazy!!"
Someone spoke with a shocked face.
"Don't ... touch ... my car ... AGAIN!!"
Between one word and the other, her voice rises, which made them fearful. Its character contrasts with the vagaries of the street and people even news of the weather, it does not dominate one character.
She turned back, and at that moment she met a strange man with black hair raised with skill and sharp looks, in addition to his manly voice that sealed words on her before she passed him, which led to her stopping walking
"From my own point of view, a woman may be more feminine if she stops bothering with strength and betraying the lover in itself that breaks her heart."
She laughed mockingly, corresponding to his steadfast features.
"I only accept travel destinations. As for points of view, you are smart where to put them."
She passed him to continue her path, perhaps she sent half of her anger into Yixing's face, so she was confused with the look he was looking at until she came under his fists staring at her in a whisper.
"Do you know who he is to talk to him like this? Oh Risa! your tongue, your tongue, cuff him please."
She dumped her body from his hands, receiving no indifference to his plea, and he had no solution but to watch her from getting involved again.
"Why.. do you know who is he Yixing?"
Suran burst into the situation, repeating the question over and over, choosing silence, confused looks, as soon as she was tired of persevering for the answer, she closed her mouth in a position of silence like them both
Risa is beautiful and usually drives every handsome man to dirty because of her no-nonsense behavior, there are bruises in her heart, and the melodies have shattered her memory, this is her legacy of her temperament and that is the crop of her planting, she is always slippery like gas, she is not satisfied with one space but goes beyond two houses.
"What are you doing here! You must attend the meeting with the visitor."
A theater engineer approaches them urging them to be in the meeting
"Who is it anyway? Is this a hotel for meeting guests?"
to be continued...
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