• Slowly walks forth
    A young girl,
    Fifteen at most,
    Scared.

    Carrying her glossy instrument
    Warily
    As if it was going to attack her
    If the audience didn’t to first.

    Upon reaching the stage,
    She shudders slightly,
    Before placing the violin
    Upon her slender shoulders

    Then she starts to play
    Haunting notes, at first
    Before gaining more courage
    And executing daring stunts

    Sliding up the fingerboard,
    Vibrato rings out.
    She closes her eyes contently,
    Smiling lightly.

    But she is just warming up.
    Her notes become wild,
    While still maintaining
    The same melodic tune

    She sways gently in beat
    To her own music
    Remembering countless pages
    Of music that used to frustrate her so

    And soon she is done.
    Her eyes snap open
    Almost in shock
    She had forgotten where she was

    She blushes
    As the audience, once merciless
    Applauds vociferously
    And she smiles; she had done it.