One by one, the people began to add to the sound.
At first she only heard the silence of the masses. The breathing, the whispers, noises which couldn’t be obscured. They were all in the distance.
Then came the sharp sound of two hands coming together. And another. And more. The volume grew until the entire auditorium vibrated with the applause. From the balcony to the pit, the proof of a job well done.
She stood up from the bench, feeling the strings at her fingers replaced by the smooth wood of the frame. The head of the column keeping the triangular instrument upright. She rested it on its stand.
She took a bow.