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When the final chord echoed and died away, the room erupted. Breathless and grinning, the villagers toasted their glasses toward the stage. Pianistu’ wiped his brow, took a sip of water, and winked at the camera recording the session.

With a sharp, rhythmic nod to the accordionist beside him, he struck the first chord. When the final chord echoed and died away, the room erupted

"Hai la joc!" someone shouted over the trill of the high notes. the room erupted. Breathless and grinning