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Jamal struck the first beat. It was a slow, resonant thumb on the doumbek, mimicking the steady thump of a heartbeat. Shahdana stood motionless, her back to the audience, the fan veils closed against her arms like the wings of a resting bird. With the next, faster rhythm, she exploded into movement.

Shahdana and Jamal stood backstage, the air thick with the scent of hairspray and nervous energy. The 12o Edicion of the festival had pushed them both to their limits, and now, only the grand finale remained. shahdana_en_jamal_12o_edicion_fan_veils

For a second, there was total silence. Then, the auditorium erupted in a standing ovation, the thunderous applause of the 12o Edicion sealing their triumph. Jamal struck the first beat