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Solis
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Dec 12 2009, 08:04 AM
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Solis was in his study, an extremely lavished room filled with hundreds off books all filled with the best musical compistions of the time. He looked over the piece in front of him, it was an amazing piece written by an emerging composer but, it was too good. Little was the public aware of just the competitve nature of composers. So as Solis read over the chart he knew instantly it would be extremely well recieved but, as a rival composer Solis needed his pieces to be the best. He looked over at the fire place a glint in his eye. With a quick toss the paper began to burn to ashes, now lost forever. When the composer would ask what Solis thought of the piece he would simply reply he had never recieved it. Now though he needed to write a new piece, a better one. This meant many sleepless nights and many hours of trial and error. Sighing, Solis yelled "Luther (his servant) bring me a drink!"
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Fabiola
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Jan 9 2015, 04:36 PM
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