ouded in a cold, gray mist. It mat
servatory, filled with the ghosts of music past. She was a small woman with eyes that held
she was correcting, her face breaki
at do I owe t
desk and placed my hands on it, the pros
my voice flat and devoid of the warmth she was used to
change your mind? Is it too much,
r gaze directly. "I' m e
ok off her glasses and polished them wi
e serious.
y n
it's insane! The panel, the critics... they'll tear you apart. They
t t
her voice pleading. "She's David's protégée. The en
n't c
k tarnishing that memory with... with this?" She gestured vaguely at my
rotect me, but they only
I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "And I
oundly beside me. A former winner retained the right to compete in any future competition with
il
saw something there she hadn't seen in five years. Not
ie?" she asked soft
he truth was a weapon, and I ha
woke up,
further, my phone buz
Sarah' s final rehearsal. She' s extrao
se in m
ert hall where the rehearsals were being held. I slipped in t
ng across the keys. David stood in the wings, watching her with an expression
hnicians and staff applauded. David walke
ice carrying in the empty hall.
t they we
passionate kiss that spoke of years
the public worship, the five years of
n her pretty face. "What about Olivia's p
und that was both d
ttle comeback is just a feel-good story for the papers. A sad, broken t
anymore. We can finally convince her to retire for good. Sell her
broke
s to him. A prop.
l, gasping for air. I drove home
the mantelpiece. It was an antique, a gift from David on our first annivers
d been a symbol of ou
monument to
. I walked over to the mantelpiec
up the
t high abo
t against the m
gears and cylinders flew across the room. Tfrom my throat. The sound was ugly, animalistic. It was the sound of
nt door
s that noise? A
e, thick with
on the floor, surrounded by the debris of
music box! Wh
, reaching out to
ed out, flinchi
oisonous balm. "It's just the stress of the performance.
race, to comfort the woman he h
et
y vowed to make him pay for every
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