Nana

The soft blue stage lights silhouetted her. The small and intimate club was packed with eager fans, silent in anticipation, patiently waiting for their musical journey to begin. Nana was totally immersed. Her long, blonde hair held each ray of light captive. Her hazel eyes, quick and intelligent, surveyed the front row, looking for the one that she would sing to tonight. She had to do this. It made the songs more intimate. It took her back to when she was with him. The one the songs were written for. Her sensuous lips parted slightly. Lost in the moment. She held her guitar to her chest, as delicately as a mother would her newborn child. Her fingers began to move, tenderly caressing each string. With a sigh, and one last thought of him, she stepped to the microphone and in a clear and hauntingly beautiful voice, began to sing.