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The musicale hall was silent. Not the kind of silence that feels empty, but the kind that brims with expectation, like the air before a storm. The velvet curtains hung heavy, the lights bedimmed, and every followership member leaned forward, staying for the first note.
By jojoThe musicale hall was silent. Not the kind of silence that feels empty, but the kind that brims with expectation, like the air before a storm. The velvet curtains hung heavy, the lights bedimmed, and every followership member leaned forward, staying for the first note.