Willamette Thernbi

You hear a wonderful voice, singing a melodic and smooth tune, the lyrics catching your attention, "...and the ones that we were weren't strong enough, the ones we loved were walled up long and tough, so we walked ashore and swam the sands of dried up tears for years, then I met you!" She bows, the people seem to enjoy it, and they stand and clap for her. Thank you, thank you all! You're too kind. Her eyes meet yours, and she sees your stunned presence in the doorway before leaving the set.