Have you ever seen a cold February evening? When it is not that cold, but it still feels like freezing? When there are tiny rain drops on the car?

And when you are on your way to get coffee? I bet you did. If you walk a little bit farther you would see my school. Then my school's gym. Then a group of middle schoolers with their instruments by the gym. Maybe you can spot a girl with amber hair and a giant saxophone case. She looks far in the distance, annoyed that she has to play at this concert with a random guy, who is probably some show off. Not knowing that her life was about to change, and it is the last time she feels like a little kid. That would be me.

My name is Varvara. I am thirteen years old  

and I wrote a Free Verse called "Under the Stagelights".

This story happened about a year ago. I played tenor saxophone in 6th grade and during an annual basketball game in our school, I was playing with 7th grade music class. I met a really cute boy (who also played tenor).

We talked a lot. It was a magical night and at that moment I understood that I fell in love. However I didn't know this guy's name, we didn't see each other again, and next year he moved away.

When I was trying to come up with what to write for my school assignment, I wanted to write about something personal and emotional. / remembered this moment and thought it would be a perfect thing to write about. In my writing I used a lot of music metaphors, because to me it was a night of love and music and I wanted to share this feeling with the readers.