Her vocal chords were plucked by angels.
She merely opened her mouth and allow her vibrations to happen.
Then, the Heavenly host did there part gently strumming resounding and playing their notes. The crowds were amazed at her raw fresh talent.
They all said, "You must be professionally trained!"
One day my friend decided to do their advise and have training for a small town opera.
All went well and her voice became in tune and in harmony with the other opera 'Want-a-Be s.'
They all sounded magnificently alike.
And, she shed those 'angels' who delicately plucked and strummed her chords. She took the operas advice and did her own vocal maneuvers using their suggestions only to find?
Her magical gift that angels attended was now lost in professional advice.
And, the angels no longer played there, but went to play with the youngster across the street. The youngster sounded like "The Angels," she once knew, as well!
The young women went to the youngster and said, "what ever you do with your angelic voice, always let the angels play. Never send them away. For it is far better to play with Heaven than to loose your gift to old jealous fools. Zealous to do their thing and create their musical masterpiece. This is my advise. Never let go of your angels."