It's the day before the concert

The band is rehearsed.

The harps are tuned (and tuned and tuned and...)

My dress is pressed (thanks, Mom).

And I have found the perfect "flambeau" (torch)
to carry when I process singing
"Un Flambeau, Jeannette, Isabella"
(Bring a Torch, Jeannette, Isabella).

I'm ready. There's always this moment the night before a concert when it's kind of a surrender. There's no more promoting I can possibly do. There are no more rehearsals with the band. Everything is packed and ready to take to the performance space. The concert will be what it will be.

It will be. And I hope it will be as beautiful as it is in my dream of it.