Here is my small paragraph practicing tone:)
B. I knew the music was alive, as it danced across the page and was interpreted through my hands--shitfting to each note--trying to perfect the bow stroke gently across the string. The vision? Dancers--gracefully tip-toeing their way across the stage while the performance of Vivaldi blossomed into 'Spring'. I felt the music running through my viens, I saw the music with my eyes closed, I heard its melody--enticing, as every note passed on. And soon--the end, and the sounds of an applause erupted for an alluring group performance.
Lovely! :)
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