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The theme of this year's competition was, 'Melody of Love that Never Dies.'

The piece I chose to perform is a suite composed by my father, which is divided into four chapters.

It is a challenging work that requires not only the technical skills of the performer, but also deep emotional expression.

These days of hard training have helped me to memorise the nuances between each note and phrase.

I was determined to play it perfectly, despite Aria's best endeavours in playing it as well.

e first movement began with a sweet, tender melody, like a whispered conversation between lovers.

Each note flowed into the next, gentle and warm, capturing the innocence of newfound love.

My fingers danced over the keys, coaxing the melody to life, letting it fill the room with its soft, lilting tones.

The audience was silent, their attention rapt as the music wrapped around them, drawing them into the story it told.

Suddenly, my tempo picked up and the chords became more complex, like a storm falling, reminding us of the second movement.

Orlando named the second movement 'Life is Calling' because it tells the story of the love and anxiety he felt when I was born.

As the music flowed out of my hands, the corners of my eyes moistened and I could feel Orlando on the jury table looking at me with loving tenderness.

He had written his life into the suite, and he had given me a piece of music with such an important meaning to play.

of this, I couldn't fail

more brooding as it tells the story of lovers

I could almost feel the weight of that eternal separation, and

all held their breath as they

I play on the piano in the

a counterattack in the face of destiny, or will it

of the fourth movement, however, I eased my fingers at this point,

was a triumph, a celebration of love in its purest, most selfless form. It spoke of a love that transcended personal desire, a love for the world and for music

a sense of release, of joy and gratitude for everything that had

filling the room with

in the air for a heartbeat before

was holding its breath, caught in the lingering emotion of the performance.

at first, as though the audience was

quickly grew into a roaring ovation, the sound of it filling the hall with an energy that took

stood, my heart pounding, and bowed

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of sound

straightened, my eyes found Aria's face

by a look of disbelief and

urge to smile back at her, a small,

despite her attempts