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A soothing melody floated through the manor, the rising and falling of everychord and note flowed as a living breath. A grandfather clock sounded off the hour and asif it marked the hour of death the music stopped and an eerie silence set in over the house.A young lady sighed and stood up from her piano, she straightened her skirt and headedfor the door of her study. She made her way down the halls of her parents’ “museum”house. Upon entering the front entrance she frantically searched the closet, and findingwhat she was looking for she rushed out of house. She threw her purse, which she had pulled out of the closet, into the backseat of her black Cobalt. As she drove out of thedriveway she reached and flicked on the radio. A song faded into the DJ’s voice “A thatwas Silent Prayer by Kelsi Tanaka; she’s from Toronto if you didn’t know…a trueCanadian artist…” She flicked off the radio. Another hit, another fan, another song tocompose, record and perform only to have it begin again with each new day. Sometimes being famous was hard, stressful and a pain in the rear but piano was her passion and if putting up with meaning famous was the only way to live her dream then so be it.She parked the car, grabbed her purse from the back seat and slammed the door.She headed toward the record companies office building. She paused turned back to thecar and used her remote to lock it.Upon entering the office building she was greeted by a crowd of people eagerlyhanding her papers and fighting for her attention, it was sad when the people in the recordcompany were swarming for your attention just like fans. Luckily the one who won thefight was her manager, Damien, a tall, lean man with dark features.“So what’s new Damien?” She asked, widening her stride to match his as theywalked towards the elevator.“The last record was a smashing success Kelsi, the revenue is pouring in. What isthe status of the new songs?”“They’re in progress Damien, you can’t write a new album of hits over night. Didyou look over my request to do vocals on some of the new songs?”“Why mess around with what’s already great, Kelsi?”“I'm doing the vocals Damien, it’s called expanding the horizon.”Kelsi turned into her office and was about to close the door when Damien stoppedher.“One more thing Kelsi, you’ve been requested to be at the Japanese Musicconference in Tokyo next month.”“Fine Damien, I’ll pack my suitcase, excuse me I have a hit album to write.”♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫‘Bounce, bounce, stomp, clap, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, turn, pose, lean, jazzhands, reach, stand. Bounce, bounce, stomp, clap, cross, turn, point, drag, stand, right,left, reach and walk.’ She pulled her body through each motion as she thought throughthem. Music blared in the background, her voice coming in over the dance studio stereospeakers. She paused the music and took a long sip from her water bottle. The door to thestudio burst open and a small fat man waltzed into the studio.“Nobu I’m working here! The least you could do is knock!”

“Sweetie, you’re going to be performing in front of many, many musicians at thisconference, you have to get used to people watching you.”“It isn’t the people watching me that I mind, it’s the ones who interrupt me while I'm practicing that bother me. And don’t call me sweetie.” She said shoving her manager outof the studio and restarting the music.After practicing for an hour she shut down the studio and left the office. She climbed intoher red Cobalt. She sighed as she contemplated visiting her parents or going out to sefriends, or going home and working some more. She turned on the radio and decided tohead home. She drove through down town Tokyo and jammed to the radio. The DJ cameon as she turned down her street.“That was I Wanna’ Be Down by M-flo. Coming up next from the top of the charts isCan’t Stop This Feeling by Tokyo’s Koshino Kaida. She’ll be playing at the JapaneseMusic Conference next month.”The music to her hit song faded in cutting out the DJ’s voice. She turned off the radio and pulled into the driveway of her condo. Sighing she got out of the car and meandered intothe building she called home. She sat at the keyboard in her home studio and began to play. It started out upbeat and vibrant, to match her style, and faded into the softer moreclassical music she had studied as a child, to match her mood.

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The plane touched down in the Tokyo airport. Kelsi found her luggage, her manager andtheir car and drove to the hotel where everyone from the conference was staying. The firstconcert was the next day and it was already eleven-thirty. They checked into their rooms.“Well you better get some sleep Kelsi, it’s a big day tomorrow.” Damien yawned openingthe door to his room.”I will, don’t worry, I’m just going to practice a bit before bed.” She replied unlockingthe door next to his.Kaida paced her hotel room, she couldn’t sleep. She had always hated hotels and whatwas worse was the fact that her condo was only about six blocks away. On top of it allsome nighthawk one floor up wouldn’t stop playing the piano and it was driving her upthe wall. It wasn’t the fact that it was loud or annoying that bugged her. It was the factthat who ever it was, was playing the melody that Kaida had, had stuck in her head for months and had been trying to play it but never could.The morning came all too soon. Breakfast was followed up by sound checks and formsand rehearsals and more forms. Damien was feeling miffed and had locked himself in hisroom because Kelsi wouldn’t tell him her song list, she insisted it be a surprise.Kaida pulled her self through her songs again and again. Today she practiced safely behind locked hotel banquet room doors. Nabu pounded on the door for a half hour straight insisting she take a break. She yelled through the doors that she’d take a break when she was called for sound check.

Rehearsal time never lasts long enough, especially for a famous musician and soon it wastime for the final sound check. Kaida walked towards the stage door, water bottle I onehand and her stage pass wrapped around her other wrist. Nabu struggled to keep up withher long strides. She approached the door when a tall muscular man stepped in front of her.“Excuse me I have to go to sound check.” She said, swinging her pass in front of his face.“You were at sound check already this morning. Why would they call you again?” thedoor guard said crossing his arms over his chest.”No I wasn’t I've been at rehearsal all morning, they just called me.” Kaida insisted. “I'mKoshino Kaida.”“Oh I'm so sorry,” The guard apologized, “You look a lot like another artist that cameearlier, Kelsi Tanaka.”“Mm that’s really funny, I guess I found my look a like then.” Kaida laughed.“Seriously, you guys could be twins.” The guard said stepping aside for her and Nabu.The day flew by and soon it was concert time. Kaida waited backstage for her turn tosing. Suddenly she heard the melody that she had heard last night on the piano, and for many nights in her head. Someone was humming it. She glanced over her shoulder and peered in to the blackness that was back stage. She couldn’t see any one. Just then thestage manager tapped her on the shoulder and motioned for her to be ready to performnext. The announcer called her name and the crowed went wild. Kaida headed for thestage the melody forgotten, for now.Kelsi paced backstage, her floor length skirt and flared sleeves fluttered as she walked.She wasn’t nervous, she always did this before a performance, it cleared her head. Sheheard the applause for the previous artist so she headed towards the stage manager. Asshe approached him, he stopped her.“You can’t go on stage again you had your turn, a change of clothes won’t fool me.”“What are you talking about? I haven’t played yet. I’m the first to play in the classicalsection.”“Miss Koshino I'm sorry but I can’t let you on stage again.”“I don’t know any Koshinos, I'm Kelsi Tanaka, and the announcer just called me onto thestage!”Kelsi walked past the stage manager on to the stage and sat down at the piano that had been wheeled out into center stage. She sighed she like her baby grand at home more thenthis electric thing they pretended was a baby grand, but it would have to do.She began to play, and an eerie melody floated across the auditorium. Then to theaudience’s surprise she began to sing.“Lost in my self, swimming in darkness, nothingness all around, no light or voice canreach me.But somewhere in my darkness I can almost see your face, way off in the distance almostgalaxies away.You’re closer then I think or see, so close you’re almost real. I need to feel your presencewith the darkness closing in.

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Song for All Time

A Dicken's inspired tale about twins seperated at birth and both become professional musicians.
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