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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.

couldn't fail to live up to

darker and more brooding

almost feel the weight of that eternal separation, and with my playing I

their breath as they waited for the

would I play on the

face of destiny, or will it be a

fourth movement, however, I eased my fingers at this point, and no one expected a return to the theme of love

most selfless form. It spoke of a love that transcended

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

music swelled to its climax, filling the room with its

last note hung in the air for a heartbeat before

caught in the lingering emotion of the performance. Then, slowly, the

tentative at first, as though the audience was still processing

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

my heart pounding, and bowed deeply to the

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applause was deafening, a wave of sound that seemed

my eyes found Aria's face

smile had vanished, replaced by a

at her, a small, victorious curve

won, despite her attempts to