part xiv

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all the acts(which were all amazing by the way) had already gone as the teacher chose to put us last.

"best for last," she said.

there was a round of applause as we took the stage. i sat in front of the grand piano as he took the mic in his hand.

"one, two, three," i say, indicating to him the start of the song.

i begin to play the song we chose, my finger gliding across the keys, his voice as smooth as honey. our performance was the best we'd had so far. i think the glance we shared at the end with the glint of triumph and pride we both had agreed.

and so did the deafening applause that rang through the theater.

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