Jena was almost done with her piece. The room had been filled with her voice and her guzheng and everyone seemed so pulled into her performance. It felt so empowering.
As she was the one making everyone feel light and peaceful, she was in a world of her own. Carried up to the sky by her music and the attention that was fixed on her, Jena seemed to be floating on clouds, hovering high above the ground in a world of her own. Never had she felt so one with herself and her surroundings.
It was only when she reached the last few lines of her piece did she realize that her epiphany was coming to an end. Softly, she played the last few lines of her piece and she quietly floated down from her sky back to the hard ground she called home.
