Her hands were clammy, her lips were trembling and her thoughts were racing. Still, she walked up that stage. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The scent of old wood touched her nostrils, travelled into every fiber of her body, until it filled her lungs. Suddenly, she heard carefree laughter and humming, accompanied by the soft sound of guitar strings. Behind her eyelids, the vision of her father teaching her how to sing notes in their small wooden music room unfolded. Her nervousness evaporated and her shoulders relaxed. She sang the first crystal-clear note of her aria.

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