She was standing on the stage and getting ready to perform. This girl was holding a smooth, polished violin that glistened in the sun. Her flawlessly manicured hands had hardly noticeable blisters, and they were shaking. I guess she was nervous.
This girl certainly looked like a musician. She had a slim figure with tiny shoulders. Her most attractive feature was her luscious long hair that hugged her like a dark river. She had rosy cheeks and deep red lips. When she smiled, the audience was blinded by her white pearls. Everything about her seemed to be perfect until the bow touched the violins strings.
Every possible good impression of this girl disappeared. In just a second a gorgeous creature transformed into a demon. The sounds that were coming from her instrument caused everyone to suffer in pain. That song reminded me of an animal that was crying for help. Her performance didn’t last too long. The audience imminently started booing and she ran away in tears.
I felt bed for this aspiring musician. So I decided to cheer her up. As we were talking, she appeared to be really nice and intelligent. She was very passionate about music (even though she wasn’t good at it). She put all of her heart and soul in this performance. Audience’s reaction hurt her feelings tremendously. But this situation didn’t put her down it made her even stronger. She never lost that spark in her eyes when she was talking about music. She always kept her dream alive.
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