—ALORA EUNICE’S POV— I wanted to end my performance right then.I had poured everything into the last piece. Every ounce of emotion, every weight of thought. Maybe it even sounded too dramatic, too much.But when I pressed the final note, there was silence. Then the applause came. Praise, kind words, scattered voices trying to name what they had just felt.I bowed, once, and left."Thank you very much, Mrs. De Herrera," the organizer said. "We—oh... is there a problem, madam? You look—""Uhm... sorry. I... I need to... uh..." I could feel it rising in my chest—I badly wanted to cry. "I need to go to the comfort room, excuse me."
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