"Are you serious?" Karen's smile didn't waver as her eyes flickered between the violin and the violinist offering it to her.
Gabriel crooked his head, "Do I look like a clown that bears jokes?"
Karen's lips stretched even wider, her hand stretching out to grasp the violin as she gauged it once more.
She chuckled in disbelief, letting her feet pace forth in the direction of the central stage with each step in confident ease. Taking in a deep breath, she dragged her gaze across the attentive crowd before placing the violin in position.
The atmosphere morphed the moment Karen began to play.
It began as a soft introduction that grew into a heavenly rich symphony, her wrist moved in fluid manner, as if natural rather than practiced.
The bow glided across the strings, each note weighed with the graceful thoughts of emotions. Conversations around the ballroom slowed, then faded. Even the dancers stilled at the edges, giving the music its space.
