Anne Murray knew she was a singer. It was the gift of her soul. But tired of doing the same ole thing, she was trying a new adventure. Tennis had been the sport chosen by her father for their family. Only she had not excelled as quickly as her siblings, so musical talent had dominated; she’d never looked back.
Having earned awards and millions of dollars, her spirit for singing had failed. Today, after months of training, she was here–Wimbeldon! Anne Murray was just about to serve for the Championship, arm extended , ball flying, when out of her mouth came a tune, as powerfully unexpected as her serve.
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