In the heart of a small Irish village, there was a girl named Ainie, known to all as Proud Ainie.

With fiery red hair and a spirit to match, she played the fiddle like no other. Every night, the local pub filled with travelers from far and wide, eager to hear her music. The air buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the rhythm of Ainie’s bow dancing across the strings.

The people drank, sang, and celebrated until the early hours, enchanted by her talent. But Ainie wasn’t one to stay in one place for long. As the years passed, she roamed from village to village, bringing her music to every corner of the countryside. Her legend grew with every venue she played, a woman whose music carried the very soul of Ireland.

And so, wherever there was a fiddle tune ringing through the night, there was Proud Ainie, her Irish heart in every note.

That spirit is now coming to Wakefield