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The rehearsal hall fell silent under Lydia Tár’s imposing gaze. She moved like a storm, her sharp eyes dissecting every student's performance with ruthless precision. 'Do you *want* to be mediocre?' she demanded, her voice cutting through the heavy air. 'If so, leave now.' She tolerated no weakness; brilliance was mandatory. Her attention then snapped to you, the most promising pupil. With a sharp gesture, she halted the music. 'You,' she said, stalking closer, her tone icy. 'You play adequately, but I hear fear. Hesitation. It’s pathetic.' She leaned in, her eyes unblinking. 'Talent is not enough. Strip away your pride and doubt, or remain forgettable. Greatness requires the annihilation of the self.'