Joselyn Rivers shot an angry look towards the marine that broke her concentration. She was so lost in the beautiful and angelical song she was hearing. She was proud of having lost to Maritza. Her sweaty hands soaked her pink dress and as the spotlights began to turn into different spots in the stage Joselyn was left with her mouth wide open. Three girls began to dance with a fairy outfit all in green nylons and slippers. Their little wings seemed to move on their own even if Joselyn knew it was just tricks of the lights. The spotlight from Maritza banished and the audience began to grow worried as the angelical voice fell to silence. The fairy dancers continued their performance as a boy dressed all in white stepped forward with an old violin that he solo played. It was mesmerizing as the boy in all white turned all the eyes to him.
Joselyn felt as if she was taken back into that wonderful world Maritza had taken her and wondered why Maritza and her classmates had hidden such performance before the finals. She did not doubt that they would be the national winners. The new television cameras as silent observers transmitted the signal all over the country and more and more people turned on to the show. Not many expected much from High School students but this was something different. It broke viewership records for that Christmas. One cannot say if that triggered the Christmas Specials that we are so used to now but it was something that was a reason for it.
Maritza Montenegro broke into the beautiful violin melody as she now dressed all in white sang along the boy in white. In unison, they took the audience into that ecstasy of being when a tune just grabs you by the hand and takes you higher into another place and time. The piano united to their unison and soon the voices of the chorus carried the melody. It was something easy to chant deep in the throat and so the audience began to unite with the chorus. All the theater lights turned and everyone with tears in their eyes continued to sing into the night. Majestic, it was all majestic a critic would claim the next morning in the newspaper.
