Paytyn Wilcomb

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I closed my eyes and began. I swallowed when I realized I was playing the bars Cromwell had written. When I stopped, I took a deep breath then met his gaze. His black eyebrows were pulled down in confusion. Then it dawned on me… “You just play what’s in your heart, don’t you? You don’t need music? You simply just…play.”
A Wish for Us
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