Music has been my home and companion since the moment I was born. I have dedicated my entire life to it, practicing countless hours at the piano, letting my fingers dance across the keys until they felt exhausted, all in pursuit of becoming a great musician, a maestro. I have never known a world without music or a life separate from the words on my music sheets. My father used to say, 'Music can heal every wound in your heart, lighten every dark moment, and fill every void in your life.' Yet, maybe some wounds cannot be healed, even with music. My soul feels broken beyond repair, and my life seems to be a mess. While my passion for music is boundless, my frustration with life feels endless. I have created a world for myself within music, surrounded by my sheets. I thought that was enough, but I never realized that even a maestro needs a muse to compose a true masterpiece until she came along. I fell in love with a soul as broken as mine. This is my story-how I met a girl and fell in love with her. My light. My muse. My Princess.