by WarmNyota -- Disclaimer: Borrowing with love. Summary: Nyota performs musically, lending her flawless voice to a choral concert, during Academy days. As an unofficial ad-hoc in the English Restoration Theater Challenge, I have #2 by Purcell "If Music Be the Food Of Love" Spoiler If music be the food of love, Sing on till I am fill’d with joy; For then my list’ning soul you move To pleasures that can never cloy. Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare That you are music ev’rywhere. Pleasures invade both eye and ear, So fierce the transports are, they wound, And all my senses feasted are, Tho’ yet the treat is only sound, Sure I must perish by your charms, Unless you save me in your arms. Nyota rushed to catch up with Sherralyn. "Guess what songs I've been assigned to solo on for the concert the choral club is putting on?" She asked breathlessly. Sherralyn's laughing eyes danced, as she answered: "Whatever they are, I know you will do them more than justice!" Nyota smiled gratefully at the compliment. She had undertaken voice instruction and had been thrilled to learn that she had a natural and flawlessly melodic singing voice. She could reach the higher octaves with ease and she flowed through the range of notes with a sweet clarity of tone. "Day In, Day Out and Got the World on a String." Nyota responded with unalloyed delight. "Will you be singing those songs for anyone in the audience, in particular?" Sherralyn asked in pure innocence. Nyota blushed. "I have no idea what or whom you could be referring to, Sherra." "Of course not." Sherralyn agreed with a teasing and unconvinced lilt. *** Spock and Derrek Weston were in attendance at the concert. Both were in full agreement that the entire group performed excellently, but when it came to the solo performances, Nyota's was superlative amongst all the exceptional talent. "She is quite gifted." Spock commented to Derrek -- and refrained from adding that her voice and the lyrics had combined to make the experience all the more unforgettable. He had fleetingly wondered at what could have lent that extra layer of strong sincerity to her songs, and at the thought that she might have intended the love ballads for someone in the audience ... it was inexplicably disconcerting. Later that week, Nyota had occasion to encounter Spock during a break between courses, as they were passing along the pedestrian walkway between buildings. He complimented her on her flawless performance. "Thank you!" She exclaimed. "I've always had an affinity for music. I'm going to take up the Vulcan lute next semester. I of course could never hope to be as good as you are even after months and years, but it's such a lovely instrument!" He was gratified by her choice of instrument and reflected that the gorgeous notes of the lyre accompanied by her voice would be a most wondrous blend. "If I can help you in any fashion with your practice, please do not hesitate to ask." He offered cordially. He enjoyed playing the lyre and would find it most rewarding to provide Nyota with any assistance in mastering the intricacies. "I'll be sure to take you up on that." She smiled with warm appreciation and they parted ways. As they did so, each of them thought with fascination on one hand and delight on the other that music was something they held in common, another strand that wove them together in friendship. And ... perhaps more...?