Prologue
I sat in a trance staring at the computer in front of me. I was in love with what i saw, multiple tracks, synths, pianos, drums, the possibilties were endless. I just didnt know where to start. I sat in the desk chair questioning if i was even good. Only eleven years old with a life a head of me. I just thought that mabey i was wasting my time but I wasn't.
Although the tracks were prerecorded, i still had the talent to merge differnt melodies together to create the perfect original melody. It was simple, yet complex. I spent hours on one song, and if i wasn't done i would always come back to it.
I had finnaly finnished what i had called a master piece at the time. i was a sensation, a betoven clone. i was making music. unfortunalty i couldnt write.
I would go to sleep with the thought of never being able to write lyrics. that feeling hurt me. music will always be music but real music has words. the voice was an instrument I could not play. I would take what fealt like a lifetime to reach that point.
