Her music betrayed those created by others among her, creating its own personal preference rather than the one expected of it. While most others sang out with cheerful voices, hers hummed a tune of melancholy in a way that sprouted critique below the stage in the quietness of the blanketed crowd. The notes from her instrument hung in the thickness of the air, blending in with the mixed emotions from the conflicted audience. As the conformity of her partners held together strong like inseparable magnets, she differed from them in the creation of her own tune; others provided laughter in high peaks while hers became a dramatic opera of pure tragedy.