There comes a moment when the sound takes over from the singing. She no longer saw the notes and words on the page, or heard the voices of those around her. She was the voices. They were her. Her body broke with gravity and became like a soul.
Afterwards, sitting and listening to the tape of the performance, she could feel the Muse embrace her voice. Her cheeks flushed. Her legs moved. Listening felt a kind of pornography.
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