"She fell, she fell, she fell," she sings, "down, down, down," her melodic voice continues. She stares out into the crowd, catching and eye, sparkling, and moves on. "She could do nothing, nothing, nothing," she approaches the difficult part, "Sometimes, sometimes, she wishes, she wishes, she wishes, she didn't fall, down, down, down," her voice soared higher, higher, higher and holds, "But, she did," she stops. For a heart beat the crowd is silent and motionless, and then, they scream in a fit so loud that it is inaudible to her. She smiles. This is what she lives for.