Click, click, click, click...
The metronome relentlessly keeps time, marking not only the beat, but every hesitation as well. Every mistake is illuminated by this piercing sound.
Eyes on hands, she plays the first page flawlessly. Her confidence reflects the hours she's spent carefully learning each note.
Suddenly she hesitates, the constant click giving her away...her eyes betraying her. As she looks from the keys to the music, she muddles through the B section.
Determination on her face, a sigh on her lips, persistence in her heart, she keeps playing as the metronome speeds ahead of her. And suddenly, without warning, the metronome fades into the background, hidden by the precise notes.
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