The butterflies had set up shop in her belly. They were old friends of Tricksy"s. They came fluttering about every time she found herself at the back of a stage. She would"ve worried if they hadn"t come with her.
They tickled her belly. They danced in her heart. They got choked up in her throat because they wanted to get out and get into the world. Much like the songs Tricksy wanted to sing. That"s where the words to all her songs lived; in her belly, in her heart, all rising up to her chest wanting to burst out.
Tricksy took a deep breath, willing the winged creatures and her words to hold on just one more second. It was almost time for them to fly out of her and flit about the room, dazzling the audience with their color and beauty.
Tricksy shut her eyes and reached out her hands. Unf
