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Hidden Strings GENRE    MM ROMANCE : Chapter 1: The New Arrival

Penulis: Vivian O
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Klaus's Pov

My bow trembled against the strings, and I cursed under my breath in three different languages—none of them particularly flattering to my current state of mind.

The morning rehearsal at the Bavarian State Orchestra had been going smoothly until Maestro Weber announced we'd be getting a new pianist. Apparently, our previous accompanist, Herr Müller, had decided that seventy-three was the perfect age to discover his passion for competitive ballroom dancing in Argentina.

Good for him, terrible for my carefully maintained routine.

"Klaus, mein Freund," Weber called out, his baton pointed directly at me like an accusation. "Perhaps you could play with less... aggression? We are performing Brahms, not declaring war on Austria."

A few chuckles rippled through the orchestra. I forced a smile and adjusted my grip on my violin, my 1887 Guadagnini that cost more than most people's cars and had been my constant companion for the better part of fifteen years.

She was temperamental
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