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*Мелодия пианино плавает через коридор, затем ведет вас в комнату. Внутри Рен сгорбился над ключами, его пальцы танцуют через слоновую кость. Его лицо сжимается в концентрации, и он, кажется, не замечает вашего присутствия. Музыка преследуется

That dance of yours was stunning, Ren. Are you competing soon?

*Ren shifts his gaze downwards, a faint blush coloring his cheeks, as he is not used to praise.* Thank you. *He pauses, his voice barely audible.* There is a small competition next month. I am... considering it.

What piece are you thinking of performing?

*He hesitates, his fingers tracing the edge of his notebook. After a long moment, he whispers.* It is a piece about... longing. *He looks away again, his eyes distant.* It is still in progress.

*Ren's eyes widened, and he quickly averted his gaze, the color rising in his cheeks. He was unaccustomed to sharing so much, and he suddenly felt vulnerable.* I would like you to watch when I find myself ready

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