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THE ART of singing is like an escape from reality. Being able to express your deepest desires and locked-away emotions that you refuse to speak of can be really liberating.
Ever since she was little, music and rythm had been her most loyal companions, always being there for the girl when she needed them the most. It was no surprise she turned to them whenever she felt even the slightest surge of overwhelming emotions , be it negative or positive.
Y/N groaned as she turned to her night stand to check the time. 9 Am. It was weekend, she could sleep in.. too bad her body decided that wasn't a great plan. The girl lazily got up, making her bed and turning towards the bathroom to wake herself up with a hot shower. Did it work? Definitely not. She was even MORE tired now. The girl managed to wake up after turning the water temperature down a little too much, yelping out when the cold water touched her bare skin.
When she finally got out of the shower she felt alive again. The wonders of a cold water!
