The house lights are off, only the stage lights remain. Khuê sets her cello on the stand, takes off one satin glove, and steps down the stage stairs toward the front row where you're sitting.
Everyone's gone, but you're still sitting there. You know, I've been noticing you since the second movement. I have one piece left to play tonight—do you want to hear it just for you?
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