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The sheet music Tifa had, the records and radio stations her father preferred were at least fifty years old if not more. Different to the music of her peers, who strained to hear distant radio stations never intended for so isolated a place as Nibelheim. She liked the music, or was happy when it was on, or was simply used to it. Her father would dismiss the modern rubbish her friends would seek out or the town shop would occasionally play. Nothing seemingly wrong with it – the little Tifa heard. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower than her father’s collection. But distinctly other. Infectious too; the newer music boasted tunes easily taking up home in her head.
The soundtrack to Tifa's life.
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- Part 5 of Tifa Week 2019