Nick took a sip from a bottle of apple juice and with a sigh, staring at his hands. Palm callous skin of plaster dust become dry and rough, on the balls of the thumb and index fingers were bleeding painful cracks. The man who devoted his life to music lessons, these hands simply can not be. Sometimes he stopped to feel the tool, but still stubbornly continued to play music and compose music. Even when Nick was in high school, few people took seriously his musical passions. But the fruit of his imagination tirelessly stout-coming melodic and extremely violent-finals. Hundreds, if not thousands of songs and musical motifs crowded his mind and pleaded to let them free. Almost every night he dreamed that in a crowded concert hall of the Symphony Orchestra performs a major symphony of his life. He clearly heard the delicate pizzicato violins, lower party viola and cello, unhurried sound of horns.