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Chapter I

                                           CHAPTER I                               

                                            

              Her camisole was loose it made her figure look straight as wood. Her hair filled with dried leaves and frizz. Her face stained in dried mud, along with her pretty scarlet dress that was now covered in wet dirt and rotten grass. It was as if she were to resemble a tree in her appearance.

            “where in the bloody hell  have you been?!  The introduction is about to start! “ her father yelled, unable to process his own thoughts by the appearance of his daughter.

            “Oh no! Look at my hair, it’s such a mess! And my dress, it’s covered in mud!” she moaned in an obvious act of distress. “If only I didn’t fall inside that rabbit hole under the oak tree. Oh well, I guess I have no choice but to back home and change—”

            “Your not going anywhere! You are staying right here, you bitch!” he whispered with enough force to be frightening.

             “b-but Father…  l-look at me, I d-don’t want to embarrass y-you—”

             “No one cares about your face. You already look like a bloody gremlin, you don’t look any different now!”

      “AND NOW PERFORMING ON STAGE….! “

 She heard from the host. The introduction for her profile would definitely have a extra details that were quite unnecessary, but enough for her manager to give her a threat.

              The old middleclass man shoved her before the stage. He held her arms vigorously from behind and whispered to her ear.

             “Listen here, clown. You have already been an embarrassment just by showing your circus face here. I suggest you make up for your ugly appearance with that voice you have.  Or do you want to go back to that filthy county fair?”

              She forced herself to maintain the fake confidence she had at heart, but alas she couldn’t stop her legs from turning into jelly.

            “THE ONE AND ONLY . . . MISS ELEANOR  JONES!!!”

            The old man shoved her forcefully before she could even at least wipe her face off. Her footsteps caused two loud THUDS. She kept walking until she reached the middle of the stage where the mic was placed upon.

           The blinding lights from above directed to her face, blocking her eyes with gray vision. Only a few seconds later could she see the faces of the audience in their mocking smirks. Not that she couldn’t hear anything but the little argument her and her father had a while ago. She just didn’t notice the humiliation building up.

            Everyone laughed. At her appearance and everything. She clenched the skirt of her puffy mud stained dress and looked at her father behind the curtains. She flinched seeing her father’s stoic yet threatening eyes, knowing she would have a punishment tonight.

          She took a deep breath and let her voice come out. Controlling her delirious voice was hard, imagening on what he could do to her if she messed up any more.

       But the audience didn’t seem to mind, as they were entranced by her ballad about the Lord God’s grace. Her deep hypnotic voice rung sweetly from their ears to their minds, petrifying them to enchantment. Even without the backup of the orchestra, they too were too shook, not daring to interfere the angelic voice with another sound.