How I like my tea

A Perfect Performance

I arrived at the studio just in time to be ushered into the hall. It was time for the presentations of the song we had been practicing all week. Each class went up and performed it which was followed by a short applause. My class wasn't called until last and as I went to take my place at the piano, Antonio came over.

"It is my understanding that you are a person down, who has been singing the extra line?" he says whilst looking at my song notes.

"I have." I say "So that everyone else could focus on their line."

Antonio nodded understandingly.

"Well then," he says smiling "Get on stage. Beto can play the piano for you."

My class cheered as I walked on the stage and stood amongst them. It was lovely.

The performance went really well and we got a huge round of applause. Violetta hugged me tightly and as she did she knocked my locket and it sprung open, revealing the two pictures inside. She gazed at it intently for a few moments before gently closing it.

She was about to say something when Leon grabbed her hand and lead her off stage. I escaped.

The presentations took all afternoon and by the time they were finished it was the end of the day. I was expecting to walk home again alone as Violetta most days goes to the Resto-Bar with her friends but today she waved them goodbye and ran to walk back with me.

"Had a good day?" I ask hoping to avoid the topic I know she is anxious to discuss.

"Yeah it was good. Now my question." she says smiling.

I sigh, she really likes to get to the point. "Where'd you get the necklace?"

"This, just something I got yesterday." I say shrugging it off.

"Did you get it off Dad?" she says eyes sparkling.

"Perhaps," I say trying to avoid her gaze.

"I knew it! I knew it! You know I knew this year would be a new start and look at how it is going so far!" She squeals as she begins to walk backwards so she can face me while we walk. Its a good job we don't have to cross any roads.

"Violetta..." I begin but she cuts me off.

"Nope!" she says "I want to hear no negativity! Life is perfect so stop picking faults!"

I can't help but smile. She is right. Life is perfect.

She skips the rest of the way home and when we arrive she runs straight up stairs.

"What's the hurry?" I call as she is half way up.

"My diary needs updates on you and my Dad!" she calls back, still running up the stairs.

I can't help but laugh.