[Your Name] – Department of Musicology, [University]
The bridge arrived, a delicate piano interlude that seemed to pull the room into a quiet reverie. Aubree’s fingers danced over the keys, each note a feathered whisper, as if the song itself were remembering the moments we’d kept hidden: the secret stash of candy we’d share behind the pantry door, the whispered conspiracies about running away to a small town in the Midwest, the night we both stared at the constellations and imagined our futures as constellations themselves—bright, inevitable, forever. MissaX 23 03 09 Aubree Valentine My Sister The ...