My calloused hoof danced on the neck of the cello, my other hoof held the bow delicately and gently graced its hair against the strings. Low notes sang from the cello and reverberated outwards from my stage.
Feeling the somber harmony of my song and the warmth of the spotlight gave me solace.
My balletic and heavy caress on the cords gradually developed into a nimble and keen endearment. My heartbeat grew and pounded against my chest, louder and louder as my instrument's vibrato was amplified by the cavernous concert hall.
My tears welled as my poignant melody rose to its crescendo. With bated breath, I quickly drew my bow close to me. My chest felt heavy as my dour notes gave their last dance within the dark atmosphere.
My gaze fell onto the crowd of plush velvet chairs before me, I closed my eyes and bowed. Through my shut eyes, I could only see myself sitting among the sea of red velour and seeing my performance. Her praise was the only thing that would echo through the auditorium.
I was my own audience.