He tread carefully down the aisle of the theater, being very careful not to startle her. Her voice resounded through the theater in great swells of passion and vibrato. Turning into a row of seats closer to the stage, he sat down slowly. He put his arms on the backs of the seats in front of him, leaning forward with wide eyes. His mouth gaped slightly as she took in her slender form, twirling and singing across the stage. She was dressed in her rehearsal gown, an emerald green dress with long sleeves and a full skirt that flared out to her calves. The dressed twirled and maneuvered with her as she danced on skillful feet and sung with a voice as powerful as any work of art.
He was so utterly focused on who she was; not just the raw beauty there, or the obvious talent, but the very depth that was her character, and her soul. He was mesmerized with not only who she was, but in all that she was.
