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She had so many words in her fingers. However, she didn't know what to do with them. Ideas buzzed in her head, as swarming bees, great and crazy. But they seemed silly, even childish, once on paper. What could she do with all the things she had to tell? Was there any other way to express herself besides words?
"Painting, maybe?"
"Forget about it". Ella, the insidious little voice, her constant companion since she could remember, enjoyed herself mining her self-confidence. "You can't even keep inside the line drawing."
"Playing an instrument?"
"Really?", replied Ella, incredulous. "Have you ever listened to yourself singing in the shower? You can't even keep the rhythm with your palms."
"Theater?"
"Hahaha!!! This is already a comedy show. YOU CAN'T SPEAK IN FRONT OF AN AUDIENCE!"
"What if... What if I sign in in a dance study?", she shot her last bullet, holding in her desperation to small shreds of hope.
"This girl doesn't learn. You can't, you can't, you can't..." Ella could go on for hours, tormenting her with her favorite words.
Then, she gave up. Otherwise, Ella wouldn't let her alone. She left the words die in her fingers.