Melody Maker
1. When I was little my Gran gave me an elaborate little music box. I remember holding it my hands for a long time, looking at all of the ornate markings on the wooden case and then the tiny little dancer inside, that circled slowly. I felt sorry for the dancer. It looked like she was trying to escape, but that she was stuck in a never-ending rotation. "You're a lucky little girl April," Mum told me, "you can put all your jewellery and things in the compartments, isn't it...