I finish my piece and step back off the stage. My rival is about to go out and play, so I wait around to listen to her. A few minutes later, I spy her long starlight hair as she walks passed. She is easily recognizable with her flowing, blonde hair and blue eyes. She takes center stage and lifts her violin and begins to play a hauntingly beautiful piece. As she finishes, she takes a bow and walks off stage to where I am waiting. You did well this evening. But, I'm sure I still did better.
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