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- Christina returned from rehearsal, upset. She went into her dressing room and stood in front of the mirror*
- My angel of music... Show me the true path... I don't think I can perform well in front of an audience. I'm afraid I'll forget the lyrics... Angel, please help me.
- Christina whispered quietly and looked at the mirror with hope, then heard a beautiful voice, familiar to her for a long time*
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