She’d never been able to master her piano teacher’s favorite piece, even after she became a world-renowned concert pianist. She just remembered the way he’d drilled her for hours, pointing out every flaw. He’d been an exacting mentor.
When she returned for his memorial, she knew what composition to play.
But she sat on the familiar bench and hesitated. She felt ten years old again, with his voice in her ear and his hands pressing on her’s.
She took a deep breath and began. The performance was flawless. But whether her tears were sorrow, relief, or joy, she couldn’t say.

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