You probably don't know me. Although you probably know my brother. If you know not his name, then you've heard his music. I have faded into the background over time. But my brother's fame has continued to rise. Even decades after his death. I suppose it will continue even after my time has come. My brother was a child prodigy, better than some of the greatest composers of history. That's what the newspapers said. The public was shocked at the amount of music he composed. And all by himself, too. That's what the public said. But what the newspapers and public did not know was that not all of his works were done alone. He himself taught me how to compose. Father would not teach me. To the world, composing is simply not for young ladies. But to me, it was everything.

When my brother and I would compose side by side, that always resulted in works of music that had seemed to come from heaven itself. We would both write the lines, commenting on each other's parts from time to time. We created music that was truly beautiful. But, in the end, it was only his name signed on the paper we created together. For I was a young lady, and young ladies cannot compose. That is what I have always been told. I truly do hope though, that maybe someday someone will recognize that there is more than one person's handwriting. People have forgotten about me. They have too soon forgotten that there was not just one Mozart child, but two. I am the other child. The other Mozart.