The music of the violin stirred like honey, wrapping her up in joy and ecstasy. She could taste it on her lips. Could feel it drip inside her soul. It moved in waves all around her. It moved in waves all around the audience, swirling them up in its bliss.
The spotlight shone one her face. Its bright light itched her eyes. She flinched a little. Then inhaled deep the sugary scent of the honey music notes. Someone had told her it was best to sing from the stomach.
Then, she became one with the sugary fluid of the music of the violin. Her voice, a whisper at the start, gained strength as she flowed along with the music. Her hand warmed on the mike. The lyrics came easily to her, from the back of her mind, from somewhere deep inside her soul. The music notes gelled in with her voice, her voice gelled in with the music. She tasted honey on her tongue, the honey became her beautiful breathing…
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