Even the True Prodigy Can’t Steal My Spotlight
Language: en
Talent, it just doesn't make sense sometimes. My mom, a world-class pianist, but my playing sounds like a bag of cotton balls. My dad, an uncrowned king of opera, but I can't hit a single note in tune. My older sister, she composed a piece at six and had her solo concert at nine. Meanwhile, I was bawling my eyes out because my music teacher mocked me. Even our pet parrot can belt out La Traviata flawlessly. Luckily, this tone-deaf mess is still the family's darling. I've become exceptionally good at just… chilling. On my eighteenth birthday, a young prodigy, fresh off winning the Junior…