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The title read, "Elegy for a Lost Love", a piece composed by a well-known artist, written in memory of his late wife.

The music had an ethereal, melancholic tone, haunting in its simplicity.

"I'm familiar with this piece," I said, lifting my gaze from the sheet.

Holt seemed pleased. "I've had many pianists play it for me, but none have managed to capture the feeling I'm looking for. Would you be willing to try? If you can evoke the emotions I seek, I'd like to hire you for the performance." The room seemed to still as his words hung in the air.

Before I could respond, Holt added, "I'd be willing to pay 10 million for it if you succeed."

The amount was staggering, to say the least.

It wasn't just a generous offer-it was an immense sum for playing a single piece.

"I'll do my best," I responded, though I couldn't shake the sense that his request would be no easy task.

"But I'll need to know more about the feeling you want conveyed."

Holt leaned back in his chair, his face thoughtful.

"The feeling," he mused, "it's not something I can put into words. That's what makes it difficult."

His vague answer only added to my unease.

This would be more than just a musical performance-it would be an attempt to capture an emotion that even he couldn't describe.

until now, seized the opportunity to speak, his voice laced with

you don't think you can handle it, Elizabeth, you might want to step down now. Better

glance, refusing to rise to the

do it, Mr. Holt," I said

wrong, I would

seemed satisfied

into his jacket and pulled out a chequebook, writing out a sum. He tore the cheque from the book and handed it

a deposit. If I'm not pleased with the performance, consider it payment for your

accepted the cheque, trying not to let the weight of

eyes flickered down to the

and admiration evident

but filled

your Luna wasn't too arrogant to

sneered, "After all, if she fails,

confident to myself." I took the

twisted with barely concealed

room's attention had shifted entirely to me, and it was clear that Mr. Holt's focus

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son, who had once been his

to maintain his composure, offered a tight-lipped

done," he managed to say, though the tension in his voice was

formal affair, filled with pleasantries and

the surface, the battle lines were

Leo, as though he were trying to find a weakness to