Violin at the lake (Mason)

The soft notes of a violin played softly over the gentle surface of the water. Valerie stood on the bank, perched on a pile of rocks, hazel eyes alight with delight as she played. Her song was happy, it was joy and delight. The wind ran it's way through her hair, the dark brown locks flowing like waterfall down to her shoulders.
Valerie stood a mere five foot, her slim frame clad in a black and red checkered shirt, light blue jeans and black trainers. Everyone who listened to her music knew that the child of Apollo's true talent was not in archery or even healing, but music.
She wanted to play at a profession level, however such a desire she kept secret, no one else knew about this dream. Valerie continued to play, happy and content.