A musician's dream is magic with beating bass in the air. Cymbals crashing startled him with a soothing melody beginning. The dancers then arrived twirling beautifully in the light fall breeze. Everything, to her, was in perfect harmony as the fireflies flew in and the sun went down. The music kept growing abundantly all around. She noticed that she was getting cold when she saw more people beginning to arrive. Her family, friends, and even people she'd never seen were there dancing like you'd never seen. Just imagine the intensity and serenity of it all, such a feeling had to be completely electrifying. Somewhere in this reality, something was humming...however it wasn't annoying it was just serene. Small sweet riffs were being played on some unseen guitar then more musician's came in and offered her to play. No one had their instruments though so what were they to do? On the other hand, she hadn't actually seen an instrument throughout the whole night. She played the Piccolo and just imagined the sound.
Finally, the beginning measures of her favorite song played ever so quietly. Letting go of all her inhibitions, she thought louder and louder until she were singing. She had the most beautiful voice anyone had ever heard, and even though she had never sang in public before this moment she let herself feel the music more than ever and danced so blindingly beautifully that I began to cry. Under her skin goose bumps slowly formed, but she ignored them, for she felt confident. It seemed as if velvet had just fallen upon her skin and now she felt beautiful and we knew she was. Wonderful was this feeling, she had never felt anything like this before. When the xylophones joined in we all knew the fun had begun. You'd never believe this, but I have seen it for myself. Then zero gravity hit us all, as she awoke. The party may have ended but she now has a new kind of unforeseen confidence.
