I never knew such simple things could bring me so much pleasure.

The minute I feel the smooth, hard wood touch my cheek I feel powerful.

The bow gives me control.

As soon as I pull it across the cold, metal strings there’s a vibration of lightning.

The electricity surges through me causing the intensity of the music to course through my veins until I'm swaying back and forth.

I imagine the sound waves shooting out of the scroll like laser beams from a ray gun.

My fingers dance over the pulsating strings like ballerinas on a stage, gracefully but ever so quick in their movements.

I am careful.

If I don't remember the techniques, it could be the difference between a 1 and a 3.

I love this feeling.

The echoing stage among the quiet auditorium.

The warm lights glowing against my pale skin.

When I'm in this zone, I never want to come out.

This is my happy place.

This is part of me.