Prologue
"And please welcome to the stage…" The café owner said to the crowd, but he paused and leaned his head to the darkened left, "What's your name love?" He asked politely and quietly. He nodded, waved to the waitress waiting by the lights and signalled her to cut them. This tweaked my interest and I straightened my back and peered into the darkness.
"Welcome to the stage, Anonymous!" He cheered and clapped lightly, the crowd started to clap too, looking around curiously at each other. A small silhouette of a figure stepped up to the microphone, lowered it to her height and cleared her throat. She didn't introduce herself before hand, like most acts do; she just waited until her music started. Her voice was sweet and soft, she sung song after song, a fifteen minute set, none of them her own, I recognised all of them; they were slow, calm, moving and very fitting to the mood. Her voice was stunning, I tried very carefully to watch her movements, she swayed her hips with the beat and her arms were raised and flowed with the music then I wondered why such a performer would hide in the shadows.
When she finished the crowd clapped loudly and some stood, giving her a standing ovation. She scuttled of stage very quickly when the applause started to die down, I stood up then to watch her she slipped through the back, I casually made my way through the crowd to the front door, I walked around the side of the building to see if I could find her but all I saw was a car driving away in the distance. I watched as what I thought was 'anonymous' drive away, even though she was hidden, I could tell that she would have been the most beautiful person.