Leading my piano was the songstress of the century, whose voice captivated all who heard it. We were due to take the stage together soon, where I would present her immeasurable talents to the world.
She was at ease as she sang, trusting in my accompaniment. Hearing her, I was certain the night's performance would be a success, and began to play with vigor. We were ready — all that was left was the main event.
We took the stage. She began to sing before the enormous audience as my baton unified the orchestra's music and her voice. I conducted furiously, the desire to do justice to her song burning in my mind.
In the past, I feared sharing a stage with her, for I wanted praise of my own and not a life spent in someone's shadow. But now, I focused on my role, answered her trust, and guided her to ever greater heights.
As Lucretia's song came to an end, thunderous applause filled the air. She bowed, turned to me, and said my conducting was perfection itself. ...That was all I needed to hear.
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