The Song of Joy Rings Out

The piano rang out solemnly, joined by the violin’s soft notes as they began the prelude.

With feelings so complicated she could have cried or laughed, Rosie screwed up her face.

(He said he was practically an amateur, but he’s pretty good, my lord.)

Elliott, playing the violin, looked at Rosie.

His face wore a mischievous grin, so Rosie stuck out her tongue at him, then drew a deep breath.

What a luxurious accompaniment. It wasn’t every day you got to sing with music this wonderful.

(Then it’d be a waste not to sing with all my heart.)

And so the songstress began to sing: a song celebrating spring, a song offering thanks to the wind.

Ring out, ring out. Reach them, reach them. May it ride this wind and reach every corner of town...

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