Kitanna read Symestreem's note. Are you a musician? "Not really. My mother wanted me to learn to play the fiddle, but I failed miserably at that." She remembered the first time her mother put a fiddle in her hands. Kitanna was about six and the sound she produced was unlike anything in this world.
Her mother had grimaced and declared, with practice you'll be the best. Well three years and thousands of hours of practicing later Kitanna had failed to lose the ungodly sound she produced from the fiddle. Her mother could no longer stand it and hid the fiddle. So, Kitanna had turned her talents to other things. "I sing," Kitanna finally said after thinking about her first musical encounter. "I know a little about instruements, but I am a singer."
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