Compose Lies
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The audience in the Golden Hall would not have thought that the elegant female conductor on the stage had listened to me play Paganini all night in the private piano room a few days ago. Just when I thought I had finally touched her heartstrings, the door to the piano room quietly closed when I looked back. No news for a month. Looking at my mother's tombstone, my phone kept vibrating. Classical music headlines: Vienna Philharmonic Director's recital of the century. The lead singer was replaced by another person. I'm glad at this moment that my mother never listened to her instructions before she was alive. I picked up my phone and sent a brief message: "I'll see you tomorrow and I'll cancel the engagement." The screen immediately lit up and replied. "Good."
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