Chapter 3 · free to read
A hundred and sixty beats a minute. That was my pulse, not the crowd.
For the first time the answer wasn't a fear. It was a chord, and I already knew the shape of it.
No score. No permission. Nine bars in, I stopped hearing the room and started hearing the two of us.
Forty thousand people watched me do that. The number I was actually afraid of was one.
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