Beaming with anticipation, she waits backstage, pacing back and forth behind the flutter of the curtain. Like an array of flowers on a field of green are the dancers that circle the stage, their stems long and luxurious, their petals gleaming in the sun. And she watches them patter softly from one side to the other, their arms gliding in unison. Behind the stage, she awaits her turn, a fluttering of emotions gripping her every thought. Flickers of excitement, of nervousness, of restlessness course through her as she grasps her violin. Unlike the flowers, she will waltz out on stage alone, with just the sound of her strings and the sigh of her heart to calm her.