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The wood in her hand, and the notes in her head, make her count, 1,2,3...she counts to the beat,toss,the catch, she feels on top of the world. She thinks the show great, then she hears a clunk. As she turns, she sees a girl on the ground, runs to see what is wrong, she hurt her head, the blood comes out, not slow, yet fast, it won't stop. They call for help, the girl won't make it. She then wakes up, it was just a dream, a nightmare.