The air was clear and bright on this particular morning in Paris. The day couldn't be more perfect. This put Clementine on edge, as it was with these sort of days where nothing went as planned. And she needed everything to go as planned. The policeman on corner didn't need to see her, she some how needed to pass her walk-in audition for Faust at the Palais Garnier, and most of all she needed money.

It cost her almost all she had to get on that boat to France, and she was in need of some new clothes. She'd left them all at Mr. Smith's house when she fled there from the sheriff. There were still faint blood stains on the dress she wore now. She looked down at her skirt, her eyes knowing exactly where the blood had splashed. Yes, Jedediah Smith's death had been a messy one, which was why she was in Paris. It was why she cut her hair and died her eyebrows black. She needed to disappear, but make money. And that's why she was here, the Palais Garnier. She was taking her life back by the reins. No one would stand in her way.

She held her head high as she crossed the street to the opera house's many columns, but not too high as too draw the attention of the police man. She had no idea how far news of her reached, but she didn't want to take any chances. As she walked through the grand doors into the large grande foyer, Clementine began to feel that she was in over her head. What on God's great earth made her think this was a good idea? She kept walking until she reach the grande staircase. She could hear a high soprano voice from behind the closed auditorium doors. Auditions had already began! Before the panic could set in, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

As she opened them, she reminded her self who she was. She reminded herself who she was as she took determined steps towards the doors.

She reminded herself who she was as she flung them open, and walked down the large aisle, confused and astonished eyes on her.

She kept reminding herself as she walked up to an older, frazzled man that sat in the front row, who had been judging the now-silent singer. Clementine reminded her self who she was once more as the man in front of her asked just who she thought she was. Who she was. Shit. She couldn't tell this man her real name, she'd be caught for sure.

She gave him a practiced, dazzling smile and said, "Adelaide Le Gall." She kept the smile, but her heart fluttered sporadically. Please buy it, please buy it... He looked down at his clipboard and scribbled her new name down. "If you would please have a seat, Mademoiselle.", he spat out. She nodded and walked to a row of whispering women. Their chattering silenced as she took her seat. They all turned away from her with a chorus of eye rolls. Perfect. Clementine, now Adelaide, crossed her arms. This was going to be a long day.

It seemed as though the auditions would never end. Girl after girl would walk onto the stage sing her little bit, and then the next would follow. It seemed like years before Clementine was to sing next.

While the women before her, a little bird of a thing, squacked out her aria on stage, Clementine prepared herself to preform a miracle. She'd preformed miracles before, when she's wrestled Mr. Clide to the ground and plunged his pocketknife into his side while covering his screams, when she'd killed Mr. Valasques while trying not to fall off the roof, the list went on. Hell, the breaths she took now were small miracles in of themselves.

It would take a new breed of miracle to do what she planned to do next. Clementine had never had any formal operatic singing lessons. When she'd made it into Buffalo Bill's they'd given her "some opera-singin' lessons" but it was just the bare necessities to raise her voice above the others, appease and audience that had never heard a professional. It didn't compare to what was sung here, on this grande stage, in this grande house, and this grande city.

Today, she'd learn if her voice was as beautiful as West America thought it was. She heard her name being called as she stood up, her legs walking of their own violation up the steps to the stage and moved towards the center. When she was in control of her body once more, she felt the white hot lights beating upon her skin. Her eyes bore into the darkness beyond the lights and she could feel the sweat beading on her forehead. A voice shouted from the darkness, "What will you be preforming for us?" " Ah! Je Ris De Me Voir Si Belle.", she smiled, voice only shaking slightly. A minute of silence passed. "Begin." Clementine took a calming breath and looked into the blackness. She wasn't Clementine anymore, she was Adelaide, a beautiful and stunning singer. Rolling her shoulders back, she took a breath, and began.

"Ah! je ris de me voir

Si belle en ci miroir,

Ah! je ris de me voir"

Clementine could practically see the jewels dancing in front of her. She remembered the first pair of diamond earrings she bought, and her addiction had escalated from there. Rubies, opals, emeralds, pearls, she loved them all and with and steady flow of money and men they were never in short supply. At least, that's how it had been before. But Clementine was determined to return herself to her former glory, she would have all this and more in due time. She let the lyrics flow through her, like water. She loved this aria, it felt as though it was written just for her. She imagined she was Marguerite, placing the jewels on her wrist and neck. Clementine melted into the song, it's melody washing over her. She found her self singing the last note, and opened her eyes to the blackness beyond the lights. As she walked down the steps of the stage, she was greeted with a singular, frantic applause from the older man.

"That was beautiful Mlle...", he looked down at his clipboard.

"Le Gall", she finished for him, a gracious smile dancing on her lips. The man nodded and called for the next girl. Clementine couldn't help it when her smile curled into a spiteful smirk as she took her seat. While the little slip of a girl on stage sang an off key aria, Clementine knew it was all in vain. There was no doubt who would play the role of Marguerite.