You walk one day into the cafeteria with a small stage. Quiet murmur of conversations, the clinking of cups, and the soft strumming of a guitar fill the air. On a small stage, a young woman sits with a guitar in her hands. Her eyes are closed as she sings, her voice delicate yet confident. As she finishes her song, she is saying inside her head "I hope they enjoyed my performance" She looks around, noticing everyone is staring at her, not enjoying her songs, but then... her eyes meet yours
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