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Post by ~Eisak V. Prokofiev~ on Jul 10, 2009 12:50:10 GMT 1
Music has always healed the masses using only beats and rhythms. It has calmed psychopaths, and tamed animals. It has helped cancer patients, assisted the other ill, and leveled hopelessness in the masses. Music is the true universal medicine and language. Regardless of the situation, can always swing in to save the day.
Welcome to a city known as merely “Rhythm.” It’s real name is long, complicated, and usually not even spoken. It sits around in the middle of New York. Rhythm is the kind of place where dreams are made reality, as long as the dream involves music…
This is not a magical place, or a place where fantasy is even slightly involved. The only thing that matter is what you can play, how well you can play it, and how big you can dream. If you lack imagination, talent, or insight into the world of music, you are non-existent. Whether it be because you disappear mysteriously, in the middle of the night, or you are simply ostracized from the community, you will find no place in Rhythm.
Some might find the city of Rhythm as a “heaven of Earth”, and some might find it as a horror that is plaguing the very land it resides on. Until you enter the city boundaries, you’ll never know.
Like playing music, silence is simply not an option. If you're not speaking out, you're not in Rhythm. Enjoy your stay, have a couple drinks, pluck a string or two or even hit a drum once or twice, just be sure to make some noise. |
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