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Voices The Voice Well, Mrs. Dryer, I go to a very belligerent school. I lay down to take competitive classes. Its non as though the work load would go down if I dropped to a let down level. I had a very busy week, and the play just started. Ill have more time this week. I promise to practice more among now and next lesson. The Scholar (that lives in my mind) What is that woman saying? drift off my AP classes so that Ill have more time for delicate? Does she realize that piano isnt life? Or at least not my life? Ive taken ten years of medicinal drug, I conceptualize thats enough. Id rather be expenditure my time becoming a more prolific writer. Thats were my passion lies, not in music. Music is just romanticized math. It doesnt say anything deeper than its title. Not anything specific, at least. The player(that lives in my mind) Ummmm...excuse me? The Scholar You heard what I said. Everyone gets sick of a song later on awhile. Its because there are no life issues in music. You hear it and its over, and theres secret code to hold on to, nothing to cherish, not even an image, afterwards. It distracts me from reading. Yes, its part of culture, only to in reality appreciate it you have to have an ear for it. Its not my thing. To really get it, it has to be your thing. The Musician Not your thing? Honey, listen to me, music is most definitely your thing. You cant escape it. As the volume goes up, your soul goes under, submersed in tone and rhythm and rubato (if youre lucky). It takes over your breath. The Scholar I think thats more a function of sound wave vibration than anything else. The Musician No, think of it this way. When we play gently we arent gentle with the keys. We are gentle in the sound. But how do we get that sound? How do we know instinctively, or at least after practice, that a certain touch produces dolce? The key is breath, is mind. Its in us, not the music. No formula of physics could always produce that type of sound.