The applause. I am coming to the stage, the whole concert hall is watching me and my heart is beating so fast that the first row of the audience has to notice. But then the tones of piano invites me to the song and the world around stops to exist. There is no more fear. There is nothing else than the music. The gift to sing deserves to be wrapped into a nice gown. All those meters of fabric plissed into the huge skirt, which is moving slowly and elegant, exactly how I believe the appearance at the concert should be. But try to let all the satin and tull show its power, when you express the passion for dance.
Then the calm skirt with all petticoats resting like silent rosebud turns into a wild flower with the all layers like the petals of the peony dancing in the night wind.
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