One summer evening in Maastricht, Emma Kok stepped onto the grand stage with André Rieu at Vrijthof Square. The lights dimmed, the orchestra tuned, and in the hush that followed, she began singing Barbara Pravi’s “Voilà.” It wasn’t just the clarity of her voice or the beauty of her tone—it was the rawness she carried in each word.
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