To the Smiling Girl at Today's Wakuwaku

To the young girl sitting in the front row, right in front of the cello section, thank you for making today's concert so wakuwaku.  Uniformed in solidarity with the rest of the middle school audience, no measure could hide your diamond soul.  Your beautiful smile and genuine excitement pulled down the fourth wall, so heavy fortified over the past month of adult concerts.  While your compatriots slept, your eyes were wide open.  There are others like you, my dear; at nearly every concert, there is at least one like you that I can see, filled with some curious excitement and anticipation.  But around you maybe you don't see them, on stage sometimes we are tired.  But know that your smile touched me and made me care more, for your sake and also for mine.  Thank you for being an innocent reminder, unaware of the contagious ambivalence around you.  Keep the fire burning...