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I am a great music lover, and it is no secret to anyone. I especially like calm and smooth music played on any instrument, whether it is a violin, flute or piano. However, loud and harsh music, such as on a guitar, only makes me uncomfortable. It is like a sharp blade that makes my ears go numb and my head start to ache. Recently, an amazing incident happened to me. I attended a concert, but do not think that it was a noisy performance. It was happening in a large concert hall full of spectators. Various musicians were performing on stage, but their playing left much to be desired. It seemed as if they were playing their instruments for the first time, like children playing the piano out of curiosity. I was beginning to regret my decision to attend when a young girl, no older than eighteen, stepped onto the stage. She was dressed in a stunning white dress that fell just below her knees. Her hair fluttered in an invisible breeze, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

The stranger sat down at the piano and began playing Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Sixth Symphony, known as "The Music of the Angels." Her playing was breathtaking. Her slender fingers glided over the keys, and it felt as if the world had come to a standstill. She became a part of the music, an integral part of its grandeur. Her hands moved faster, her gaze was focused, and a slight smile on her lips added to her charm. I was immersed in a world of sound, where music flowed like a springtime stream.The first association that came to my mind was the joyful sound of water dripping, the small streams that gathered into rivers and puddles. Then the silence gave way to the wind, the rustling of trees, and the sound of life awakening to spring. Everything slowed down as if nature were coming to a standstill, but the notes brought me back to the sound of water dripping, the children jumping through puddles, and the sun that grew warmer with each passing day. By the end, the music was slowing down, and the last two notes were a gentle melody that seemed to fade away, but its echoes still lingered in the air.

There was a deathly silence in the room, and a moment later, the entire audience stood up in thunderous applause, including me. The girl, like an angel, bowed and disappeared. She was innocent, delicate, and beautiful, like the fluffy white wings that would have completed her image. Unfortunately, the performance came to an end, and the audience was asked to leave the room quietly. But I couldn't leave without seeing her again. I felt a burning desire to hear her voice, see her eyes, and touch her pale skin. She reminded me of a porcelain doll, so fragile and delicate. Fortunately, I found this mysterious girl. Without wasting any time, I started a conversation with her and learned that her name was T/I. She was very shy and modest, blushing every time I praised her. However, on stage, when she played the symphony, she was completely free, as if the world disappeared around her. She immersed herself in her thoughts and remained there until she finished the last note.Although T/I was an interesting conversationalist, I soon realized that a friendship between us was impossible — I had fallen in love with her. It could be said that our friendship was drowned in love, but I don't know if she reciprocates my feelings. How can an angel, a pure and innocent being, fall in love with a demon, who is sinful and soulless? It sounds ridiculous, but as they say, it's worth a try. Therefore, I am willing to take the risk. Believe it or not, even demons can fall in love. ❤️