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Melody looked at her shoes. “But my background—”

Melody’s cheeks flushed. She lowered the violin. The background noise of judgment felt louder than any note she could play. melody marks background

That night, Melody didn’t practice scales. Instead, she wrote a short melody on scrap paper. It was rough, uneven—just like her path. But it was hers. Melody looked at her shoes