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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

brooding as it tells the story of

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

breath as they waited for

play on the piano in the fourth

it be a counterattack in the face of

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

selfless form. It spoke of a love that transcended personal desire, a

I played, I felt a sense of release, of joy

to its climax, filling the room with its brilliance, and

in the air for a heartbeat before fading

the audience was holding its breath, caught in the lingering emotion of the

the audience was still processing what they had

it quickly grew into a roaring ovation, the sound of it filling the hall

my heart pounding, and bowed deeply

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wave of sound

I straightened, my eyes found Aria's face in the

smug smile had vanished, replaced by a look of

couldn't resist the urge to smile back at her, a small, victorious

despite her attempts to