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When the set finally ended with a deafening roll, Elias collapsed back, gasping for air. The room erupted. As he wiped his face with a towel, he noticed Clara approaching. She didn't ask for an autograph. She simply handed him the sketch.

"You got the syncopation right," Elias whispered, a grin spreading across his face. "I just followed the beat," she replied. Krupa.docx

Elias looked at the paper. It wasn't a portrait. It was a visual representation of his solo—a chaotic, beautiful map of the energy he’d just poured onto the stage. When the set finally ended with a deafening