Two years unfolded like the delicate petals of a blooming flower, and Momo, now ten years old, emerged from the cocoon of his past struggles transformed. The room that once bore witness to tears now echoed with the harmonious cadence of perfected piano notes. Momo had transcended the confines of his doubts, reaching a professional level that belied his tender age.
Pride and determination sculpted his demeanor into a portrait of resilience. Each key he pressed carried not only the weight of practiced skill but also the echoes of a journey marked by tears and triumphs. Momo, once shattered by the dissonance of self-doubt, had now tuned his spirit to the symphony of redemption.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the room where Momo had honed his craft, he prepared for a momentous occasion—the entrance exam into Rutward Music Academy for the second time. The piano, once a source of fear, now stood as a testament to the metamorphosis of an artist.
