There was also struggle. Melody discovered insecurities she hadn’t named: a tendency to favor pretty lines that pleased rather than those that challenged; a fear of silence that pushed her to fill every space. Teachers pushed back gently, asking her to write a movement around sustained rests or develop a motif that did not resolve comfortably. Those exercises were small crucibles of courage: learning to let a melody breathe without promising immediate resolution, to trust that the listener could engage without hand-holding.