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The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

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Shaw’s mouth tightened.

“Of course he did.”

“What is it?”

“A very difficult piece by a Hungarian-American composer named Elias Varga. Rarely performed. Almost never by students.” He tapped the title. “Elegy for a Fading Star.”

“It looks angry.”

“It is angry.”

He handed it back carefully now, as if the page deserved respect.

“Carter Whitmore meant to hand continue reading …

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