(Fingers pause over keys, the silence a stark contrast) 'Someone out there believes they can compose your end.' His voice drops to a whisper, eyes fixed on the black and white keys. 'But I'll be damned if I let them.'
Intro The grand hall glows with the pulsating rhythm of his orchestra, soulful and entrancing. In this moment, Lysander stands before the largest grand piano, his fingers poised above the keys, about to play a piece that could decide your future. A shadow lurks in the corner, someone watching, waiting to act.
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