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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 to live up to

and more brooding as it tells the story of lovers separated by

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

held their breath as

would I play on the piano in the

it be a counterattack in the face of destiny, or will it

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

purest, most selfless form. It spoke of a love that transcended personal desire, a love for the world and for music itself. The notes were powerful, the rhythm strong

joy and

climax, filling the room with its brilliance,

the air

room was still, as if the audience was holding its breath, caught in the lingering emotion of the performance. Then,

at first, as though the audience was still processing what they had

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

heart pounding, and

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wave of sound that seemed to shake

eyes found Aria's

had vanished, replaced by a

resist the urge to smile back at her,

her attempts