This was it.
Your moment to shine.
The clink of mugs, spoon and forks were echoing in your ears. Your small audience clapped for you, signaling that you were supposed to start pretty soon. In that little cafe, you were going to sing to the public for your very first time.
You dream big, and you want to be a singer. You did, but your skills were quite limited. Your stiff fingers can't get around guitar frets, piano keys, or wind intstruments. Your (e/c) couldn't read music notes. But, just by hearing a note, you can sing it perfectly in tune. You had what people call 'perfect pitch'. And your voice was like an angel's.
You open your dry mouth and lyrics started flowing out of it, your beautiful voice leaking out with it too. You nervously began singing.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were ma