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    “Not much choice there,” Jayden concurred. “The city’s been gridlocked for days now.”


    They stood in silence, waiting for an opportunity to navigate through the chaos.


    As they prepared to cross, Elyse peered through the car window, witnessing the protesters shing with police at the frontline.


    To her amazement, she spotted a group of young musicians in the crowd. Despite their youthful appearances, their eyes zed with unwavering conviction.


    “What are they thinking?” Elyse whispered, watching in disbelief as these young performers faced off against the armed officers.


    “They’re not just protesters,” Jayden exined, his voice filled with admiration. “These young souls, inspired by your courage, have found their own symphony of resistance.”


    Elyse whispered, bewildered, “But a violin… it’s hardly a weapon.”


    “That’s precisely the point.” Jayden’s eyes softened. “They’re wielding melodies instead of malice. Remember when you stood atop those ruins? Your violin’s cry pierced the heavens and touched hearts worldwide.”


    Lost in contemtion about her music’s far-reaching impact, Elyse’s thoughts scattered at the sight of a familiar face.


    “Geraldine!” The name burst from her lips as she hastily lowered the window.


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    The young violinist spun around at the call, her instrument clutched close to her heart.


    Upon spotting Elyse, she rushed over, concern etched across her features. “I heard about your hospitalization! Are you alright? I wanted to visit, but…”


    “Don’t fret about me. I’m fine,” Elyse assured her with a gentle smile. “What brings you here?”


    “My violin speaks what words cannot,” Geraldine replied, her grip tightening on her instrument.


    “But the consequences…” Elyse began, worrycing her voice.


    Geraldine’s expression hardened with determination. “As a citizen of Virelia, I can’t stand idle while ipetence reigns. Whatever punishment awaits, my conscience demands I take this stand.”


    Elyse’s eyes welled with tears. “I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you.”


    “My path is chosen,” Geraldine dered, unwavering. “Even if they throw me behind bars, I’ll have no regrets. This is my calling.”


    Overwhelmed with emotion, Elyse could only grasp Geraldine’s hand tightly, as if trying to anchor her friend to safety.


    Noticing Elyse’s distress, Geraldine’s features softened into a reassuring smile. “Things might not be as bad as they seem.”


    “You’re more than a rival—you’re someone I deeply respect,” Elyse confessed. “I dream ofpeting against you again.”


    “Our paths will cross again,” Geraldine promised warmly. Her smile brightened as she added, “Your performance that day was unforgettable. The Swan Cuppetition against you? A great experience for me.”


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