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Jay\u2019s face crumpled, his eyes filling with tears. \u201cHe won\u2019t let me perform. And if he finds out, he\u2019ll get you fired. I don\u2019t want that to happen,\u201d he said, his voice breaking.\n\n
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Lily knelt down to his level, speaking calmly. \u201cJay, slow down. No one is going to fire me. Who doesn\u2019t want you to perform?\u201d\n\n
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Jay wiped his eyes and looked down. \u201cMy dad,\u201d he murmured.\n\n
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\u201cYour dad?\u201d Lily echoed, surprised. \u201cIs he\u2026 does he hurt you?\u201d\n\n
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Jay shook his head quickly. \u201cNo, he just\u2026 he doesn\u2019t want me to play the piano.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cWhy not?\u201d Lily asked softly, puzzled. \u201cI\u2019m not charging you for lessons.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cIt\u2019s not about the money. It\u2019s just that\u2014\u201d Jay started to explain but froze as a stern voice called out.\n\n
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\u201cJay!\u201d a man shouted sharply. Lily turned, shocked to see Ryan standing there.\n\n
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Lily recognized him instantly. Ryan\u2014her old classmate from high school. Memories of those days rushed back. Back then, they had been friends, maybe even close friends.\n\n
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Ryan\u2019s family had never approved of his dreams. His parents thought music was pointless, unworthy of their son\u2019s time. But Ryan had continued, driven by his love for it, keeping his ambitions a secret from them.\n\n
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The day she won the grant was the day everything changed. Ryan had looked at her, hurt and angry, and said she had ruined his life. His words, \u201cI hate you,\u201d had haunted her ever since.\n\n
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Now, standing before her, she saw that same resentment in his eyes, as if all those years hadn\u2019t passed.\n\n
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\u201cJay!\u201d Ryan\u2019s voice rang out sharply. \u201cI told you not to play music. I forbade it!\u201d\n\n
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Jay looked down, his voice barely a whisper. \u201cDad, I can explain\u2026\u201d\n\n
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Lily, sensing Jay\u2019s fear, turned to him. \u201cYou\u2019re not from a poor family?\u201d she asked gently, though she knew the truth. Ryan had inherited his father\u2019s company and was far from struggling.\n\n
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Ryan scoffed. \u201cPoor family? He probably made that story up so I wouldn\u2019t find out about these lessons. He even stopped eating at school, hoping I\u2019d never suspect it.\u201d\n\n
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Lily took a steady breath. \u201cBut why are you stopping him from playing music?\u201d she asked, looking Ryan in the eye.\n\n
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\u201cBecause it\u2019s not something a real man does,\u201d Ryan replied firmly.\n\n
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Lily felt her heart sink. \u201cRyan, that\u2019s not your belief\u2014that\u2019s your father\u2019s. The Ryan I knew loved music, loved playing the piano.\u201d\n\n
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Jay\u2019s eyes widened, surprised. \u201cDad, you used to play?\u201d\n\n
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Ryan\u2019s gaze hardened. \u201cThe Ryan you knew is gone. I was young and foolish. Now I understand. Music isn\u2019t profitable, and it isn\u2019t masculine.\u201d He reached for Jay\u2019s hand, pulling him away from the stage without another word.\n\n
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Lily watched Ryan and Jay walk away, her heart pounding. She couldn\u2019t let this end like that. Without hesitating, she hurried through the halls and out to the parking lot. She saw them approaching Ryan\u2019s car, Jay looking down, defeated.\n\n
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\u201cWait! Ryan, wait!\u201d Lily called, her voice urgent. \u201cYou can\u2019t do this!\u201d\n\n
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Ryan stopped but didn\u2019t turn. \u201cThis is my son,\u201d he said loudly. \u201cI have every right to decide what\u2019s best for him.\u201d\n\n
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Lily took a breath, stepping forward. \u201cYou don\u2019t have the right to take this from him. Jay is talented, Ryan. You know it, and I know it. He deserves this chance.\u201d\n\n
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Ryan turned to face her, his expression hard. \u201cI was talented once, too. I had that chance, but you took it from me. Now, I see it was all nonsense.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cThat\u2019s not true,\u201d Lily said, her voice steady. \u201cYou don\u2019t believe that, Ryan. And it wasn\u2019t me who took it away. Your parents refused to support you. They never saw your dreams. I know that hurt, but don\u2019t let it hurt Jay.\u201d\n\n
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Ryan\u2019s eyes flickered, but he shook his head. \u201cIt\u2019s my decision. Jay will not play music.\u201d\n\n
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Lily\u2019s voice rose with emotion. \u201cStop this, Ryan! It isn\u2019t fair! You\u2019re denying him something he loves because of your own anger\u2014anger at me, anger at your parents. Jay deserves a chance to be who he is. I could find him another teacher, but he needs this. You can\u2019t crush this dream.\u201d\n\n
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Jay\u2019s voice was a whisper, but his words were clear. \u201cPlease, Dad. Just listen to me. Let me play.\u201d\n\n
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Ryan looked at Jay, something softening in his expression. After a long pause, he nodded slowly. \u201cOne time,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cYou can play once.\u201d\n\n
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Lily let out a sigh of relief. She led Jay back into the school and guided him onto the stage. He took his place at the piano, his fingers finding the keys. As he played, the room grew silent, captivated by the beauty of his music. Lily glanced at Ryan, and for the first time, she saw tears in his eyes.\n\n
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