He put the trumpet to his lips. Inhaled. And then, instead of playing, he listened to the space after his breath. The empty beat. The room’s hum.
He printed it on yellowed paper from his professor’s archive room. The first 26 groups were familiar: long tones, slurs, articulation patterns. But Group 27… Group 27 had no notes.
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He never printed the PDF again. But sometimes, in dead quiet rooms, he hears his own trumpet play a single, flawless note from a piece he never wrote.
Something answered.
On the night of the competition, backstage, Marco breathed in—and the silence breathed back. The second voice wasn’t a harmony anymore. It was his voice, perfectly synced, playing a phrase he’d never learned. He lifted his trumpet, terrified, and watched his own fingers move without his will.
He didn’t stop.
But when Marco got home, he looked in the mirror. His lips were moving, silently counting 27 over and over. And behind his reflection, a figure stood holding a trumpet made of shadow, practicing the same exercises—waiting for Group 28, which didn’t exist.