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... avier than the Premier League trophy.
He sat backstage in the school auditorium.
Through the thick velvet curtains, he could hear the squeak of a violin.
A Year 7 student was murdering a classical piece. It sounded like a cat stuck in a dishwasher.
"Nervous, Professor?"
Alex looked up. Maya was sitting next to him. She was holding a triangle.
"I have played against Real Madrid," Alex said, staring at his flute. "I have scored against Manchester Cit ...
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