A story about... Classical Music © 2000 Marg Frey, Bryce Graves-Hurst, Nahoya, Christine Schwab	BRYCE	CHRISTINE	MARG & NAHOYA
				NAHOYA & MARG
			MARG	CHRISTINE & NAHOYA
			NAHOYA	CHRISTINE & MARG
				MARG & CHRISTINE

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Sasha was so caught up in her story that she missed her stop. In fact, when she looked up from a particularly breathtaking passage, she realized that she had gone rather far out of her way, and was now stuck on the express train. "Well," she thought, "at least I'll have plenty of time to read on the way back...I might even finish this tonight!" She went back to the book. After a few more pages, she began to think she could hear the harpsichord playing. The playing got louder. She looked around, trying to see if any of her fellow passengers were wearing headsets on which the volume might be up too high. But, unusually, no one was. But she could still hear the beautiful strains of a melody designed to sweep a lady off her feet.

She sighed and closed the book.

"I'm off into my own mind again having an adventure," she thought. "Why do I always do this?"

"It's safer this way," replied the smart voice in her head. The one she always listened to and called it her conscience or her bane depending on the day.

With a "Screw it!" that startled the old lady with gin breath next to her, she jumped to her feet at the next stop and got off, determined to have some sort of adventure for herself. Storming up the station steps she didn't hear the repeated voice behind her until a hand tapped her shoulder.

"Miss!" She realized it was calling. Startled she turned to see apair of smiling dark eyes, male dark eyes, and a hand outstretched with her umbrella in it. "I think you left this on your seat."

The harpsichord music began again........