Poetry Written On Postcards to Royston Arts Group (artist Ros Ridley)

Where was her sheet music? Her hands were sticky with sweat as she clutched the violin in one hand and the bow in the other. Would she remember her solo

Without the music? This was her first performance without the rest of the musicians. She waited in the wings expectantly. She would see the lights in the hall going on and hear the voices of the people shuffling into their seats.

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