Anxiety, nerves, fear fall away from SONGBIRD as she sings; she is in her element here, her voice angelically sweet, trained to evoke. She dominates the stage, thriving in the same rapt audience whose attention she feared minutes ago.

It is the precise mirror image of her nightmare.

Her performance is flawless. This is her zenith.

When SONGBIRD reaches her final, highest and most powerful note, the lights suddenly go out, her ringing voice and the echo that follows the only audible sound for several beats.