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A Bard’s Audition: Music From the Soul
A Fantasy Short Story
Eamon was sweating, his worn-out lute clutched tightly in his trembling hands. His throat was dry, and his heart pounded in his chest. He had never been so nervous in his life.
A long line of aspiring minstrels extended down the richly carpeted hallway, adorned with intricate tapestries and imposing statues of heroes past. Eamon stood among them, a timid figure whose heart thudded against his chest as the line inched forward.
It would soon be his turn.
This audition was his chance. His only chance. If he was to make something of himself, this was the only way.
He looked around. The Grand Hall of Manor Alpheus was indeed a magnificent sight. The walls were adorned with beautiful tapestries, coats of arms, and reminders of a majestic life Eamon could only dream of. The high ceiling was supported by towering columns, and the floor was polished to a mirror shine. Eamon felt dwarfed by the grandeur of the hall.
Through the towering archway leading into the grand audition chamber, the impatient sighs of Sir Godfrey resonated. The stern chamberlain had already dismissed several hopefuls, his ears tired of mediocre melodies and off-pitched voices.
