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‘Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.’ ~ Victor Hugo
Maria has never been sure when her passion for music began. If asked, she might say it started at the early age of two, a time when she could remember the soft lullabies sung in German by her Mutti. Other times she might answer with “that’s just how it’s always been.” Because in all honesty, she thinks, it is. There has never been a time in her life when music wasn’t her main focus. Her everything.
Growing up in the capital city of Austria brought her dreams to life. Vienna was- is a bustling place, a beautiful place filled with glorious buildings and theatres and parks. A stimulant for any creative mind. She remembers walking past the Volksoper, the Vienna Chamber Opera, and the Musikverein Wien with her father and staring, starry eyed, at the throngs of people going in and out and hearing the notes flowing out and filling her head with thoughts of the future. She would play there one day. No matter how hard she pushed herself, no matter how many years she had to practice. Nothing would get in the way of her dream.
Vienna was where she grew up. Vienna was where she planned to spend the rest of her life; playing in orchestra halls and occasionally touring the world. Her parents enrolled her in private schools and worked to ensure their daughter had a successful future ahead of her.
Maria even dated the son of an Austrian businessman for a while. He was good looking, he was charming, he was smart. She thought she was in love. But after a year of hand holding and chaste kisses (Maria would never admit how sweet it was, really. They both knew they weren’t ready for anything else.) he realized just how much the music meant to her, and he made her choose. Music, or him.
Then Maria realized maybe she wasn’t as in love as she thought she was.
Not long after, another opportunity revealed itself and she found herself in a different school, in a different country. She was meeting new people and opening up, making new friends.
The music program was wonderful. The instruments were expensive, and she had plenty of time to practice again. Her dreams seemed closer now.
Maria was happy again.
