I walked out, standing just off to the side as my professor announced to the audience why they were there. He called my name and with one last deep breath, I stepped out to take my place on the podium. I bowed to the audience. As I stood, my gaze caught Keith’s. I straightened my eyebrow lifting as if to say what are you doing here? He nodded, a smile curving his lips and I saw his eyes roam over my dress. I felt a flush beginning to creep up my neck but I pushed it aside. I needed to concentrate. I lifted my hands and the show began. After the performance, I took my bows then headed to the back to change. When I came out, my professor caught up to me, and we chatted for a moment about my performance. He seemed to be pleased with me and assured me we’d discuss it at my lesson the next we
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