Week #37 100WC - Grace

Sweat drips off my hands as I walk on the gold stage, my viola up by my chin. The rest I can't remember, my mind only comes back when I hear the sound of multiple people clapping. It is the best night, until I lose it. Tears form in my eyes as I can hear the voice of my father at my 8th birthday saying you’re ancient! That just makes me even sadder.  My dad was the person who introduced me to the viola. It upset me so much that he would never be able to hear me play it again.