Melody.

The music swells and my feet tap against the floorboards. The tingling feeling moves up through my legs, my arms, my head, my soul. My hands, most unwillingly begin to move and press against each other like tambourines, creating the sound and beat to their music.

I get up and twirl around as I clap, a little self conscious as I move, feeling the eyes of others as they watch me around the room.

Nevertheless, I don’t stop. The sweet melodies have gripped me too hard to make me melt back into obscurity.

The violin slows itself down, the guitar strums it’s last note, the room is only briefly silent in its wake. And then the sounds of clapping and cheering and

“Well done!”

light the place with deafening noise.

And then we fall silent, holding our breath for the next sound to derail us.

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