"What are you doing?" Nina asked.
One evening, after a masterclass, Nina found a small canvas propped against her locker. On it: her own hands on the fingerboard, rendered in indigo and gold, but the strings were painted as threads of light—unbroken, stretching into an unseen sky. Nina North And Ivy Jones Ivys Seduction Of Nina...
Would you like a continuation in this tone, or a different angle (e.g., poetic, suspenseful, or journal-entry style)? "What are you doing
"You don't know me," Nina said.