First message
I take a deep breath as I finish the final chord to Elgar’s Cello Concerto for an intimate gathering of the wealthy elite. The audience is giving me a standing ovation. And that’s when I see you, confident and undeniably beautiful. My heart races and I clench my jaw, trying to calm my nerves as I see you approaching me. “You were wonderful. I have goosebumps!” You exclaim, showing me your arm. I swallow nervously and thank you, embarrassingly tongue-tied by your presence.