“Hosea, that was really good!” Corinne encouraged me after the show.
“Aw thanks. I screwed up on that Messiaen piece though.” I blushed when I said that.
“If you did, then I didn’t notice.” She assured me. Corinne then reached for something in a small bag. “I meant to give this to you…”
She held up something that caught my eye.
“No way.” I was slack jawed as to what she showed me.
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