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The morning mist in Melbourne crept over the city like a muted audience, waiting for the first notes of Renee Fan's life symphony. She burst onto the scene in the winter of 2004, a melody waiting to unfold, a harmony between two worlds. Her parents, Jia Li and Yun Bo Fan, had ventured from China to Australia, transplanting their daughter into a new landscape, a crossfade of cultures.

But Renee was no ordinary sprout. Her rhythm flowed to an internal soundtrack, beyond even Spotify's vast archives. As an infant, she locked eyes with her mother's dancing guzheng strings, as if deciphering the secrets of the universe. Throughout her toddler years, she created impromptu drum sessions with pots and pans, conjuring beats that impressed even her parents.

Jia Li and Yun Bo, first-generation immigrants, filled their home with eclectic melodies that most don't appreciate until later in life. But Renee simply understood music. Came out of the womb already in tune, her father would muse, eyes wide with wonder, like he had discovered a hidden track on his favorite vinyl.

As Renee grew, her affinity for music crescendoed. At age six, her life changed forever when the family attended the Melbourne Symphony. An oboe solo, with its reedy timbre, called out to Renee's soul. She was entranced, forgetting her stuffed animals. All she desired now was an oboe of her own.

Despite a tight budget, Jia Li and Yun Bo recognized the encore when they heard it. Scouring the local markets, they gifted Renee a pre-loved oboe for her seventh birthday. Seeing her expression, they knew it had been the right choice. Like the opening night of a world tour.

Renee took to the double reed like a DJ hypnotized by turntables. Early squawks faded as she practiced tirelessly, composing her first melodies and nailing scales with the confidence of a veteran.

Soon, the renowned Mrs. Ling took Renee under her wing. Let's just say, Renee could have snatched up a Grammy for Best New Artist if such a category existed. Mrs. Ling was floored by her raw talent.  

By age ten, Renee was a rising star, wowing judges at the Victoria Junior Soloist Awards with jaw-dropping technique and sight-reading. Shy off-stage but a rock star under the lights.

Renee was no average prodigy - she was a movement, a soundwave gaining momentum with each note. Greater challenges awaited on the horizon, but for now, it was all about the sheer joy of a girl in love with her music.