ROOM FOR APPLAUSE

Dear Amelia,

I saw you sitting on the same seat at the corner every week. Staring at me and my band silently, as if you understood music. Maybe you didn't realised, you nodded your head once in awhile whenever the rhythm we played excite you, even when you were enjoying your meal. Thank you for the applause you gave us each time we finished a song. You clapped, sometimes even awkwardly alone, but you don't know how much it meant to us. It brought out the courage for everybody else to applaud us as well. Merci, my friend.