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Two Weeks, Wrong City
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A man in the crowd turned out to be a festival scout. He heard Mara play and offered her an audition slot, right here, no Venice trip needed. She froze. "That's everything I wanted." Then she looked at Theo. "But I'd be on a train tomorrow." The choice she'd dreamed of suddenly felt complicated.
Mara took the audition and nailed it. The scout offered her a spot in a touring group, leaving that night. She packed fast, heart pounding. At the door she stopped and pressed her ticket into Theo's hand. "My next show is in Vienna," she said. "Your city. Come watch?" He absolutely did.
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