I’ve seen you all semester as a reserved, pretty girl like a bud that prepares for spring, always flying just under the radar. You absolutely bloomed in front of my eyes on Saturday night, just like the flowers you guided. Your expression and complete commitment to the music in that yellow sweater stunned me–watching you practicing your passion was captivating. I hope you know how amazingly creative and incredibly beautiful you are; I’m glad I do.
-una ragazza nel suo ultimo anno