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Thousands of glittering gems hung off the walls in ropes and clusters, like a priceless flower arrangement. I gazed at the strange lovely designs as a tide of soft music washed over me.Quiet tinkling notes that made my fingers ache to play in tune. I indulged myself, as I took in rows of splendid sparkles and as my ears heard lovely shades of purple music. My fingers tapped imaginary keys, and I moved them according to the flow of sound, making magic on an instrument I had never played. As the song blew and whispered, my hands slowly changed their course. I found them swaying and lifting, diving and lilting. I could hear an orchestra in my head, and I started to conduct. While the piano sang on, I was swaying and sweeping, my hands and arms the expression of purple and blue. The diamonds and the rubies and the jewel-encrusted ropes looked on as the music and my fingers reached the pedastools of the sky. Suddenly the window shut, the purple fled, and the skies closed as a hard, nasally, distorted shriek came through the loudspeakers. "MARIE to aisle four, MARIE to aisle four." My hands crawled into my pockets as I bent my head down. I shuffled my feet through the remainder of the bead aisle as a large man in a yellow shirt lumbered by, just another customer in a craft store.