Meet Franklin, the villainous violinist
She glanced at Adrienne, who had cozied up next to the hipster on her right, Franklin Curtis. The hair on Victoria’s arm prickled just looking at him in his fedora and skinny jeans. Her stand-partner since freshman year, the two had battled for the leading position of their section in the formidable orchestra auditions every year. Victoria would win, then Franklin, then Victoria, then Franklin.
Franklin flashed her a smile. She gritted her teeth. Their insufferable competition had continued for years, but this year, their senior year, she had to come out on top. She raised her chin. No one would take away her prized position as concertmaster.
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