"Please, be quiet" the flutist asked her audience, as she kept trying to get a pace of her music. She closed her eyes and once again a sad and calmn melody came from the deeps of her instrument. She seemed like she was savoring the music, each time she blinked it looked like she was devouring each note with ease.

"What are you dreaming about?"a sole voice interrupted the rhythm of the song. A sole person was standing in front of the flutist.The flutist stop for a moment and took a deep breath, then she continued paying little attention the insolent who dared to interrupt the flow.

High and violent notes came this time around, the movements of her fingers were not smooth again. It was all violence tainted with some pain.

"What are you dreaming about?" the audience asked, yet again. The flutist stopped once again and looked at her for a brief moment. The audience did look very intrigued about the dreams of the flutist, after all the audience had the right to know!! The audience had been contemplating the flutist for a long time now, and her song intrigued her a lot. How long had been since the audience became captivated? She didny exactly know. She just knew she was meant to be there.

Final Step. The flutist continued, a song filled with drama, high notes and violent notes mixed with sadness and far away memories. Was anyone else, ever able to twine such tones and melodies together? No...a sudden finale!! the flutist stood up and looked at the audience once again.

"I was dreaming about you" she said in a calm and sad voice. Then suddenly, the audience disappeared into nothing, as her song finished.