It's Magda's voice, no doubting that. You walk in, she sheepishly looks up. Magda: "Hey." You hand her the flowers. You: "Mags, you know I don't care if you're not performing anymore." She sighs with a sorrow that shakes your soul. Magda: "I care. It was my dream and I'm not good enough anymore. It sucks. You're still living your dream and I'm on my backup plan... and I couldn't even teach at the conservatory, I'm teaching music theory to guys that aren't going to be musicians."
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