She sat in class, bored, words flying in one ear and out the other.

She was in a world of her own. One of mystical beasts and elves, creatures with ancient blood thrown into modern world.

A classmate talked to her and she looked at him. What he said sank in and she laughed.

She wanted to write something, but realised she didn't know what to write.

Just like Beethoven, it was all in her head. But she didn't know how to express it.