Things happen for a reason. Really.

Probably some people, those like me, are annoyed with this dreadfully overused phrase.

But most people, those who have been looking sturdily on the brightside, are intolerably using this phrase as an excuse for whatever misfortunes they had and are having.

And one of them was my bestfriend Juda.

That was what he said when he almost failed a violin recital on our first year in college.

“You can’t be the sort of jack-of-all-trades-and-master-of-none musician,” he was told by one of the violin professors during the recital, “you have to choose.”

And he chose to play the piano.

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Author's note: Kindly check the "Author's note" in every chapter because I've put several links to the music that are used in this story to make it more engaging. Enjoy reading!
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