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      "Focus."     Her fingers cascaded the flute, the keys being pushed down just enough to get one note out, and then onto the next. She was sweating,  her upper lip causing the flute to slip out from under her, to where she would adjust by taking a breath and stiffening her arms. The pianist was having trouble keeping up with her movements, because she was doing this like she was creating a scene. She was a character in a book, and she was taking you along on this journey. All the twists, turns, you could feel the climatic approach. It wasn't music anymore, it was alive, flowing.     "Focus."     Her fingers slipped, as she went up an