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Dalaran's mood was dropping. She'd been practising a song for hours but no improvements were made. She silenced the guitar and looked at the light from the candles nearby, dancing on the body of the guitar. "Beautiful" she thought and gave it another try. It didn't sound like she wanted it to but she was happy to have found the right change between the different rythms in the song.

"Will this impress Ganis?" she thought. She'd been keeping her eyes on this other girl for quite a while. A wee happy pill at her school. Strange choice of t-shirts that seemed so inn because they were so out of fashion. Baggy jeans and constant bed hair. "Weird" Dalaran thought the first time she saw her. But that was before she had seen Ganis' eyes. What eyes they were. Brown eyes matching her crazy short hair and beautiful eyebrows. Dalaran had really lost all sense of reality when Ganis and her friends had walked by in the hall. But instead of those blonde bimbos in those shampoo commercials, waving their hair and smiling a pepsodent smile, Ganis had seen Dal and grinned one of those crazy "I know I'm odd and I LOOOOVE it" grins.
That was a few months ago. There had been more eyecontact since then. Casual looks. Glances from afar. Ganis kept it cool. She wasn't one of those teen girls who burst into crazy giggle each time someone gave her attention. She was used to it. Dal could tell. Ganis had on numerous ocations stared at Dalaran and then tilted her head to the side with an amused smile, as if to say "Are you looking at anything special?!". If it had been anyone else Dal would've felt anger build up inside. But with Ganis all she felt was attraction.

Dalaran shook her head as if the image of Ganis would disappear, and picked up the playing once again. She always though of herself as a rather cool person; in the sense of being calm and stable. But the last few weeks Dalaran had felt more and more frustrated. Her cool exterior was crumbling.
She put the guitar away and crawled up on the bed and stared at the candles until they almost blinded her. Never had a teeny girl made her feel like that. Insecure and lonely. She rolled over and faced the wall, possitioned like a foetus. For a moment she'd forgotten the music. Like always, it caught her attention at the right moment. Expressing such heartbreaking truth. Sometimes no words was neaded to tell what feelings the musician wanted to share with his or her music.

Dalaran closed her eyes gave in to her feelings. The sadness kicked in. She wanted Ganis right then and there. To fill the void in her. To make her happy. To make her whole.

"The only good thing with daydreams", thought Dal, "is that anything is possible - if only for a short moment"