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L'Enchanteresse Vocale

Prologue:

"Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought."
―Yip Harburg

Motherfucker.

I just spit Earl Grey onto one of my favourite books.

That voice - like the cries of a tortured angel - so heartbreakingly beautiful, yet guiltily tantalizing. I had locked myself up in the room and was reading Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood, and usually when I go into "reading" mode, I'll be so engrossed even my bladder goes into comatose. Yet when her voice weaved its way through my locked door, I was caught off guard.

And so I choked.

The voice tugged at my heart-strings so intensely that I had to put the book down, close my eyes, and listen.

Beautiful.

Like an angel lulling me to sleep.

And I had to know to whom that lovely voice belonged to.

Okay wait, don't judge. I'm not a pansy. This person's voice - whoever she is - is just thatgood, okay?

Abandoning the comforts of my bed and chucking aside my favorite book, I made my way to my sister's room. While I walked down the hallway, I was enveloped in the echo of the angel's voice. It's as if I'm walking towards heaven and angels are welcoming me into their arms with a fucking a capella.

I'm delusional.

What is this - cult music? Whatever my sister's doing, it's obviously not good.

I feel like a child being lured away by the Pied Piper.

Ok, this madness has got to stop.

Just as I lifted my fist to knock, the door burst open, revealing the crying face of my baby sister.

What. The. Fuck.

My sister is in too deep.

She needs to be exorcised.

"EDWAAAARDDDDD! I-IT'S SO... SO B-BEAUTIFUUUULLL!"

OUCH, MY EARS.

"Alice. Too much drama. Calm the fuck down. Don't make me force-feed you Valium." I pried her away.

"ASSHOLE!" Alice can be such a child sometimes.

"Yes, we both know I have one of that too." With the curse broken, I turned to walk back to my room.

"Wait, what were you doing outside my room?" She raised a suspicious eyebrow. I don't know how she does that. I would KILL to be able to raise my eyebrow like it. Okay back to her question. Shit. What do I say? I'm not joining my crazy sister's cult group. I'm not THAT delusional.

"I was reading and your music's distracting me. Turn it down, will you?" I lied.

"Oh please, Marie Whitlock is good distraction. Did you hear her voice? It's so... So..."

"Angelic?" I finished for her. Oh fuck fuck fuck, what did I do? Cult music. Definitely cult music. Argh, to hell with it.

"Send me the link, midget." I turned and hastily made my way back to my room and locked the door behind me.

"OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST APPROVE OF MY TASTE IN MUSIC!?"

I'm a 26 year old surgery resident at University of Washington Medical Centre, and I'm about to be BFFs with my 18 year old everything-frills-and-lace-and-polkadots sister.

Fucking cult music.

"AND I'M NOT 18 ANYMORE, DEAR BROTHER!" Fuck. Freaky. Shit.

I'm calling dad.

Lyla: Now that was fun to write! :D Can any of you guess what song Marie Whitlock was singing?