Calypso Sings

Entry is for Calypso.

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She had sung for her boys, she had sung for herself, but never had Calypso sung for an audience.  She'd been working to come out of her shell for some time, and so she'd agreed to audition on a spur of the moment decision; she did it quick enough that she ensured she wouldn't have enough time to think it over and to talk herself out of it.  When it was her turn she stood before Qing and, as her mouth fell open to sing... nothing came out.  Try as she might, the words refused to come.  Heat welled beneath her cheeks and a tremble spiraled down her back with embarassment, but as she turned to leave she felt a familiar hand slip its way into her own.  Yinxing had supported her personal journey to work on herself- to find more joy without fear of rejection- and as he took her hand, giving it a squeeze of encouragement, a fire rekindled itself within her core.  And so, with a turn and a breath, Calypso's lips parted and she began to sing...