Chapter 1 · free to read
Nine weeks until the scholarship jury. Eleven years of my life in D. And somebody two walls away is playing it wrong on purpose.
My piece is in D. It has been in D for eleven years.
Four bars, and it never repeated itself once. That is either laziness or a very good ear. I went down the corridor to find out which, and to take my slot back off whoever it was.
There had not been a mistake.
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