Chapter 18
The summer brought a grand festival,
to the beautiful small coastal town,
celebrating the history of the harbor.
A grand musical concert was planned,
on the outdoor stage by pier,
and Violet was chosen as soloist.
She was to play a concerto,
accompanied by the full regional orchestra,
a massive honor for twelve year old.
She practiced for months with dedication,
her violin sounding more beautiful than,
ever before in her short life.
Quincy prepared a special surprise asset,
designing the grand stage background mural,
a giant painting of ocean sunset.
The colors were deep and rich,
matching the emotional depth of music,
creating a perfect visual auditory experience.
The night of the festival arrived,
the harbor filled with bright lights,
and thousands of excited eager spectators.
Eleanor and Martha sat front row,
their hearts racing with nervous excitement,
holding hands in the cool evening.
Tommy stood by the stage side,
holding Violet's violin case with care,
whispering final words of good luck.
Violet walked onto the stage gracefully,
her white dress flowing in breeze,
her violin shining under spotlights bright.
The applause was deafening and loud,
as the young girl took place,
looking out at the massive crowd.
She saw her mother and brother,
their faces glowing with total love,
and all her fear vanished instantly.
She lifted her violin to chin,
her three-fingered hand raised with pride,
ready to make beautiful music speak.
The conductor raised his baton slowly,
and the orchestra began to play,
a deep powerful introduction sound wave.
Then Violet's solo began out clearly,
the notes piercing the night air,
pure and clear as crystal water.
Her hand moved with incredible speed,
her bow sliding across the strings,
weaving a spell over entire audience.
The music told their family story,
the dark beginning and stormy journey,
and the final beautiful peaceful arrival.
It was a masterpiece of sound,
vibrant and full of deep passion,
touching the souls of everyone there.
People stood up in their seats,
cheering and clapping with great emotion,
as the final note faded away.
The applause lasted for ten minutes,
a standing ovation for the young,
genius girl who conquered all odds.
Quincy ran onto the stage proudly,
lifting his sister up in arms,
the mural behind them glowing bright.
They stood together in the light,
May you like
the children who survived the dark,
now celebrated by the entire world.
