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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 826385" data-attributes="member: 9167">Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family SuiteWednesday 11th December, 2002Caitlyn listened to Carrick speak while, <a href="http://play.rbn.com/play.asx?url=windup/windup/wmdemand/evanescence/clips/hello.wma&proto=mms?mswmext=.asx" target="_blank">withdrawing further into herself</a>.  His words about Vychtorya Farychyld unsettled her in many different ways.  She wanted to please him...for some inexplicable reason...and her inability to do so distressed her but she remained silent.  What more could she say on the matter?Again she felt the distinction, the separation when she entered the Montague home.  Of shifting into disparate identities, of becoming less than equal, a servant who could not speak freely.  And yet plagued by people who on one hand demanded familiarity and yet dispensed condescension with the drippings of their words.A grief without pang, void, dark, and drear...so stilfled and drowsy but she was passioned!  Deep inside, the passion wanted to be let free but there was no outlet here in this cold world, no relief in word, or sigh or tear unless she was with Sabrina - the pure child whose motives she could trust.Slipping on her boots, she ran her fingers against the length of the leather as if the cold could ease her troubles.  Was it a mistake to agree to enter deeper into this world?When he spoke again about the view, she answered him, but her voice held a note in it - a soft musical ring that seemed to echo across the lights of the city.  The music touched her as she glanced out again, swelling within her soul and pouring into her voice the edge of passion, of emotion so wrought that it threatened to overpower her."The city is alive...with music.  There's harmony in every sound from a whisper to the blare of every horn, art   in the hollow cheekbones of a crack addict and in the perfect ones of a fashion model.  The city breathes into  us and we are a part of its vastness."Then her voice dropped to a faint husky whisper with a hint of frustration in its depths.  "I want to capture it in a song...but I can't seem to find the right words...the right melody...it all seems so infinite and yet so intimate at the same time."</blockquote>

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