There was a small almost serene smile on her face as she finished. One that would seem out of place to those who had known her the last few years. She crossed her hands over each other before herself and bowed deeply. She loved signing, just to sing. Yes, she missed packed stadiums and all the lights on her and expensive back up bands. But there was something peaceful and wonderful about this.

And about knowing that her music wasn't being used to steal the dreams of children who wanted to find joy like this in their own lives. She had regrets, many regrets. But for the moment, what she had... was song.

The small angel tapped her lightly on the side of the face as she stood and she gave a subtle nod. For those who could see and hear the charas they would see a soft pink glow settle over her and tiny white angel wings resting across her back as she began to sing again. This song didn't have or need lyrics. Just emotions. And it spread a bit of a warmth with it to whoever listened. Sharing her sense of peace.

(Not as strong an effect as in the video which has her fully transformed, which she is not atm.)