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?
