Hearing a song and thinking of something so beautiful.

She sits there

Trumpet in hand

Everything is silent

As she looks to the crowd

She puts her weapon to her mouth

And to everyone’s surprise

It sounded like magic

Everyone sill silent

The music still plays

As some begin to cry

She ends her song

In a quiet melody

she stands and bows

And walks to her seat

Everyone cheers and she smiles

As everyone calls

For an encore

The End

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