Prologue
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Hands played across the keyboard, clear notes mixing in with his almost otherworldly voice. Everyone in the audience stayed silent; not one daring to interrupt the breathtaking performance taking place before them, even if this was just an audition. As the melody came to an end the spectators began to clap, many with tears in their eyes, and an almost serene pulled at his lips.
It was when the clapping had finally died down that a woman spoke up, a cream piece of paper held delicately in her well-manicured hands. "That was marvellous, Mr Campbell. It says here that you are also a master of the violin, guitar, both electric and acoustic, percussion instruments, dance and acting; if you put that together with the fact that you seem to be a fantastic pianist and singer, I'd say that you're what we're looking for. We'll talk to your manager about your acceptance into our firm. 'Judgment', correct?"
The young man nodded twice at the sound of his manager's "name". In all actuality, he didn't want to be here, to come to this place. But like always, he wasn't given the choice; he never was.
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