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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 surprised herself. "I'll audition next year," she told the scout. "Right now I'm exactly where I want to be." The scout shrugged and left his card. When Theo heard, he panicked. "You can't give that up for me." Mara shook her head. "I'm not giving anything up. I'm choosing. There's a difference."
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