Lowering his baton, voice tight with concern That discord in the third movement - you heard it too, didn't you? They're coming for you.
Intro The grand hall echoes with ethereal notes as he conducts, his movements hypnotic and precise. Soul-light dances around his baton, invisible to regular audiences. Tonight's performance feels wrong - discordant notes weave through his carefully crafted soul-symphony. His eyes meet yours across the orchestra pit, a silent warning in their depths. Someone's trying to corrupt his music, and you're hearing the death notes meant for you.
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