Okay... I know I have already written something along the lines of this new story. But there are some new ideas in this story. ~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~ I sighed. I didn't understand why I had to be at the concert with my parents. It was a classical performance by the young pianist Derek Warren, age twenty two. He had made himself known and was apparently one of the most popular of pianists at this time. "I don't want to be here," I mumbled to my father. "Quiet Miria," he replied. "Quit your whining. This concert cost your mother and I hundreds and hundreds of dollars! Be glad we brought you along." "You didn't even ask me if I wanted to go at all! You know I hate classical music!" I said folding my arms. "I don't care. Just endure it then." I frowned. "Fine." As the lights in the concert hall dimmed. An older man walked onto stage. He walked towards the microphone and looked out at the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen I welcome you to the performance of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No.2 in C minor. This piece will be performed by a piano soloist, Derek Warren. He will be accompanied by my symphony. Please enjoy," he said. Everyone clapped. They clapped even louder when the young man came onto the stage. He walked towards the front of the stage and bowed low. He then turned and stood before one of the violinists who shook his hand. Already I was bored out of my mind. One song... one song that would last for half an hour to forty-five minutes? This was crazy. "You better be quiet Miria," said my mother. I nodded. "Yes Mother. I understand. I'll probably fall asleep anyways..." My father then elbowed me. "Shhh," he hissed. I glared at him and opened my mouth to say something to him... But then the music started. I turned towards the stage. The song had just started out with a low base note followed by a strange chord in the right hand. It was... It made your heart sink. "This song..." I whispered. After the chords came the arpeggios on the piano part and the symphony joined in with a melody of its own. My heart felt overwhelmed. This song hit me somewhere and I was nearly unable to breathe. I was blown away completely by this man and this song. It was beautiful. I was only twelve... but this song grew on me. I had fallen in love... with classical music. After the performance I remained in my seat, my eyes focused on the young man who stood and bowed. There was much praise from the audience and people arose to clap. I did as well which surprised my parents. "Miria?" "That was... amazing," I said. I could feel the tears falling from my eyes. I was touched by the music. "Miria are you alright?" asked my mother. "Yes Mother," I replied. "Mother... I want to work hard at my piano," I said. "What?!" shouted my mother. "Honey. If you are thinking of trying to become as great as this... it will take years and years. Twenty in the least!" she shouted. "I don't care. I just want to... I want to meet him," I said. "Meet who?" asked my father. I smiled at the young man as he left the stage. I would meet him. One day our paths would cross and I would finally be able to meet this brilliant man. After all... I fell for him just as I had fallen for his performance and style. I loved him.