I could imagine all the potential negative comments clawing at me.
I needed to persevere and write this piece even if it kills me.
It was like channeling the energies from various dimensions to make all the instrumental voices shine when I composed this music.
Don’t fail me now, cello.
I will see this through.
I may have a timid face, but it was the time to have a brace soul.
C. M. B. Bell's Writing Universe 