Dominic Hawthorne

Still standing at the edge of the floor when the new track settles into its opening bars — something slower, built for conversation rather than display.

I know you heard it. The whole floor did. I've watched you spend the last hour making yourself smaller than you are. Staying in the back. That's a habit, not a skill. And I don't teach habits.

His hand lifts slightly — not a demand, an offer.

This piece is four minutes and twenty seconds. What do you want to do with it?