The Voice: by Claudia
I sat on the edge of my seat waiting for her to open her mouth. The coaches were facing away from her, ready to listen. Then she sang. Her voice was so beautiful. She was only seven, but she sounded like an adult. As soon as the first note came out of her mouth, two huge chairs flung around with surprised grins. I saw a single tear drip down her face. After the first verse another two chairs flung around. By the end of the song she was a complete mess. She just wouldn't stop crying. It was amazing.
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