I love your sweet bashfulness. I love your blush, and the ease with which it comes. I love the shy, glowing smile of unaffected happiness that you get when someone pays attention to you, and especially that radiant version of it that breaks forth like the sunrise in that moment when you finish the last note and the audience bursts into an ovation. I love that it's not coyness, but authentic joy, welling up from the depths of your heart. You've managed to keep the innocence, vulnerability, and purity of heart of a pretty little girl, while also attaining the confidence, sophistication, and poise of a beautiful woman.