Hatsumomo: Her Words, The Untold Story

Prologue

I spun,

I danced,

I died.

"It's a geisha."

"How pretty her kimono is!"

I had heard the words a hundred times and yet they never seemed to add up. No one cared about me as I stumbled along, my face unpainted. My kimono a sharp blue. I had once been the greatest geisha in all of Japan. Until she came along…

She laughed,

She spoke,

She killed.

Sometimes I wonder if I could have truly still held fame in my hands. What would have happened to me if I had won the fight, and not Sayuri? What would happen if my story was heard? It's fragile roots like a cherry blossom tree coming to bloom. Would you think me a fool? Would you care?

Will you take the journey with me? Walk behind the walls of an okiya, follow me to a time when I was just a child, for there the story begins. Will you hear it?