He knew that as long as Nora was alive, her status would always eclipse his.

No matter what he did in this life, he could never measure up to Nora.

Her brilliance would forever overshadow him.

But, thankfully, Nora died young.

The day Harry learned of Nora's death, he threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through his empty apartment.

He felt as if fate itself was finally on his side.

No one would ever stand above him again.

After Nora was gone, Harry's career took off like never before.

Apart from Mr. Walden, Harry was unstoppable in the world of violin. No one else could touch his level.

He relished his newfound freedom and power; sometimes, he almost wished Nora could see him now-see how far he'd climbed, to a height she could never hope to reach.

Harry had gotten used to looking down on everyone else. He couldn't even remember what defeat felt like anymore.

But now, as he stared at the violin in front of him, a familiar sense of pressure tightened in his chest.

figure disappear backstage, a cold glint flickering in his

was just

was even younger than Nora had been in her prime;

Antoney Watson had ever been-he couldn't afford

nor her daughter Stella

Stella's

violin in her

enough to see clearly, suddenly sat up

That's the Nocturne

the Nocturne Stella-Nora's

her name is Stella? What's her connection to

seen rumors online-supposedly, she's Nora's

she's so gifted! Nora's

the day,

Nora's death, collectors

Nocturne Stella,

from the public eye. Now and then, whispers of its whereabouts would surface, but nothing

completely

the legendary instrument. "Not only do we get to see Harry perform tonight, we also get to

competition?

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