I guess you could say, I am obsessed by my love for Mozart, he is wonderful and exciting. If I had lived in his century, He would have been my lover, I'm sure of it. Just as Mozart was driven by music, I am driven by Mozart. His music is always playing softly, for me. sometimes, not so soft.

I am a pianist, never to be great, or anything. practicing for hours at a time. I have a great love for the piano. I had been at my piano all day, preparing for a concert tonight, I finally finished and went to get ready for, I had to leave soon.

I stepped out of the shower, listening to Mozart, as I was getting dressed, I slipped on my elegant black dress, and I chose a pearl necklace and small pearl earrings. My auburn hair was cut short, all I had to do was blow it dry, I dabbed on some red lipstick and I was ready.

I checked to make sure I had my Mozart tape and I was on my way. Starting my car, I slid the disk into the slot, relaxing a bit, I pulled out of the driveway. I was almost to my exit off the freeway, when a car came zooming upon me, I was smacked in the rear of my car, losing control, I went flying over an embankment, no time to think of anything, I guess I lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, Mozart was sitting across from me, at a small table, he was looking at me with such passion, I thought I would melt. We ate dinner, discussing his wonderful music, later we finished, we left and went to his room, the room was quite large and furnished nicely, a large old piano sitting in the middle of the floor.

He lit the many candles around the room, we had some wine he asked me to waltz with him, I did, no need for music, he held me softly in his arms, seducing me with the dance, the candles sent alluring shadows around the room, filling me with intoxicating desire, he bent his head down to kiss my lips, I felt faint, slowly , my eyes opened, I was in a hospital room, the nurses told me, I had been here for three weeks.

The doctor said, I would be fine, he said while I was unconscious, I kept asking for Mozart, I said, yes doctor, maybe, you think I was here, But I was really dancing with Mozart.

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