“Great job, Hosea.”
I saw that it was the conductor.
“You really improved as a violinist. Thanks for making good on that promise.”
“Thanks. I’m glad that I was able to make some progress.” I said to the maestro.
“No need to thank me. I also appreciated that jazzy vibe you threw in that Messiaen piece. I never thought it would be spiced up like that.”
I knew he noticed that mistake. Oh well.
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