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I step up onto the cold stage, the blinding lights blurring my vision. I feel so vulnerable. So exposed. My hands are shaking. My breathing is shallow. But I control myself and somehow sit on the shiny black bench in the center of the stage. My hands find the white ivory and I press down. Then, I black out.
Fiction: Romance, T, English, Romance & Friendship, chapters: 17, words: 36k+, favs: 5, follows: 5, updated: 5/12/2013 published: 7/9/2012