I remember as a child, that I used to play at imagining things and interact with them. So it was that day when inspiration drove me to create my  wind bird instrument, with which I could play that music that my ears could not hear. Imagining, I put on a special suit for the occasion, while I rehearsed following the indications of empty scores that flew like birds around my room.

Then, I closed my eyes and started to play. Everything began to vibrate, and that sound became walls, curtains, floor, until I heard an old record player, playing the same melody that I was playing in parallel, a melody that was apparently already recorded on the vinyl. Then a minute passed, maybe two, although I think it was one year according to grandma's clock. I looked out the window and a thought appeared. It was time to go back, because I had to do my homework.

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