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Emma’s POV: I remember reading, on the outline of the show, that there was a piece Aria was set to perform called, ‘The Dying Swan.’ I'd never seen the dance for it before, but I think it might look something like this. Like Aria’s hand dangling limply in the air as she’s transported on a stretcher, her body jostling in small, oddly graceful movements. Instead of a stage’s spotlight, the pale fluorescent lights of the hospital are what shine on her, highlighting the glistening wetness of the not-quite dried tears on her face. Her music is replaced by the urgent chatter of the medical staff surrounding her. A while after she’s taken into the operating room, Ciro approaches Matteo with a laptop in his hands. Wordlessly, Matteo reaches for the laptop and opens it. There’s a video alr