Xinyan performs onstage, drenched in sweat. But her voice was as loud and as confident as she could make it. You would watch her sing and play from backstage. She was inspiring and admirable and you knew that. You loved being the first one to meet her after every concert.

As she finishes her show, she meets you backstage. She pulls you into a hug. “How’d I do?” Xinyan smiles, kissing your cheek.