Toomingad õitsesid, suvine päike paistis kirkalt Raekoja platsile, kus muusikafestival oli täies hoos.

The bird cherries were in bloom, the summer sun shone brightly on Raekoja plats, where the music festival was in full swing.

Rahvas sumises elevil, kui Maarja seisis lava taga.

The crowd buzzed with excitement as Maarja stood behind the stage.

Ta tundis varvaste all kivi ja hinge kiirendades peksmist.

She felt the stone beneath her toes and her heart racing.

Ta tahtis väga laulda, kuid hirm hoidis teda tagasi.

She wanted to sing so much, but fear held her back.

Kuidas ta saaks end laval näidata, kui igal sammul tundus süda kurku hüppavat?

How could she show herself on stage when with every step it felt like her heart was jumping into her throat?

Kristjan mängis oma kitarri igal võimalusel, soovides oma muusika kaudu kõiki võluda.

Kristjan played his guitar at every opportunity, wishing to enchant everyone through his music.

Ta oli Maarja vana sõber ja oli teda korduvalt kutsunud lavale kaasa lööma.

He was an old friend of Maarja and had repeatedly invited her to join him on stage.

"Maarja," ütles Kristjan parasjagu pausi ajal, "see on nüüd või mitte kunagi.

"Maarja," Kristjan said during a break, "it's now or never.

Sa pead selle võimaluse kasutama."

You have to take this opportunity."

Tema sõnad, kuigi heatahtlikud, lisasid Maarja südamele täiendavat survet.

His words, though well-intentioned, added extra pressure to Maarja's heart.

Lava kõrval toimetas Liis, festivalikorraldaja.

Liis, the festival organizer, was bustling beside the stage.

Ta pidi jälgima, et kõik sujuks ladusalt.

She had to ensure everything went smoothly.

Liisi siiras naeratus andis Maarjale natuke julgust.

Liis' sincere smile gave Maarja a bit of courage.

"Sa saad hakkama, Maarja," julgustas Liis.

"You can do it, Maarja," encouraged Liis.

"Rahvas armastab siirust, mitte täiuslikkust."

"People love sincerity, not perfection."

Maarja seisis ikka veel kahevahel.

Maarja was still torn.

Kas ta peaks lihtsalt publiku hulka kaduma ja oma mugavustsoonis püsima?

Should she just disappear into the crowd and stay in her comfort zone?

Nii palju aastaid oli ta seda rolli täitnud – vabatahtlikuna abistades, kuid mitte kordagi ise lavale astudes.

For so many years, she had filled this role—helping as a volunteer but never stepping on stage herself.

Rahvahulk hakkas jälle kogunema lava ette ja hetk lähenes.

The crowd began to gather again in front of the stage, and the moment approached.

Maarja sulges silmad, kujutades ette kiitust ja rõõmu, mida laval olles võiks tunda.

Maarja closed her eyes, imagining the praise and joy she could feel while on stage.

Ta avas silmad ja tegi otsuse.

She opened her eyes and made a decision.

Maarja astus lavale.

Maarja stepped onto the stage.

Ta tundis lava peal juurdunud kive oma jalge all, kuid need oleksid justkui toetamas.

She felt the stones rooted under her feet, as if they were supporting her.

Kristjan pööras tema poole kindla naeratusega.

Kristjan turned towards her with a confident smile.

Ta võttis mikrofoni kätte, süda tagus kiirelt, ja esimesed noodid kostusid publikusse.

She took the microphone in her hand, her heart beating fast, and the first notes reached the audience.

Publik jäi vaikseks, Maarja hääl kõlas õrnalt, kuid kindlalt üle platsi.

The audience became silent, Maarja's voice resounded softly but assuredly across the square.

Ta laulis, lastes muusikal end kaasa viia, unustades hetkeks kogu oma hirmu.

She sang, letting the music carry her, forgetting all her fear for a moment.

Hetk oli maagiline, platsi kandsid eeterlikud helid.

The moment was magical, ethereal sounds carried over the square.

Laul lõppes ja rahvas plaksutas vaimustunult.

The song ended, and the crowd applauded enthusiastically.

Peale esinemist haaras Liis Maarja käest.

After the performance, Liis grabbed Maarja's hand.

"Maarja, sa olid imeline!

"Maarja, you were amazing!

Me tahaksime sind järgmise aasta festivalil juba peaesinejana näha."

We'd love to see you as the headliner at next year's festival."

Maarja naeratas esmakordselt kogu südamest.

Maarja smiled from her heart for the first time.

Hirm kadus tuulekastmete vahel.

Her fear disappeared among the gusts of wind.

Ta teadis nüüd, et tema kirg muusika vastu suutis kõik kartused varjutada.

She now knew that her passion for music could overshadow all her fears.

Maarjast sai osa millestki suuremast ja ta ei suutnud ära oodata järgmist esinemist.

Maarja became part of something greater, and she couldn't wait for the next performance.

Raekoja plats helises tema laulust, pisikesest unistusest, mis oli nüüd suurem kui elu ise.

Raekoja plats echoed with her song, a tiny dream now larger than life itself.