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"I never had anything to be good at!" I screamed. "And the one thing I was at least better than average at, you... you TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!" I shrieked.
"Really? Did I? Or did you yourself?" He smirked at me. I expected the smirk to be a toxic expression, an expression dripping venom, but his smirk was somewhat....
Sympathetic? Like he's been there before.
"I-" Before I could finish, he saluted me casually and disappeared through the velvet curtains that held me captive.
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Quentin Silvers was given a boy name. That is the only interesting thing about her. There was nothing she was good at.
Ever since she was enrolled into Taiko Music Academy, however, things have started to change...
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