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The conservatory audition loomed like a thundercloud over my summer, casting shadows on every waking moment. Last Tuesday at 2:37 AM found me in the peculiar hell only musicians understand – fingers cramping over Weber's Concertino, the metronome's robotic ticking mocking my stumbling semiquavers. Sweat glued the reed to my lower lip as I choked through the chromatic run for the seventeenth failed attempt. That's when my phone buzzed with notification: "Clarinet Companion updated tempo-matching