Broken Solo

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The music starts, and everyone looks at her as she stands up on the stage.

She breathes carefully, in and out; in and out.

Her foot taps the rhythm on the ground, her fingers twitch and flex.

The notes of her song flow through her head, her lungs, and between her lips:

Her voice cracks.

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