Prologue (Musetta's POV):
"MUSIC WILL GET YOU NOWHERE!" My mother yelled, both scaring and offending me.
"YES IT WILL! ANYWAY, WHY DO SOMETHING YOU HATE WHEN YOU CAN DO SOMETHING YOU LOVE?" I shot back.
"EITHER SAY GOODBYE TO MUSIC OR SAY GOODBYE TO US!" My father yelled from across the room, opening the door. I ran upstairs and packed what little I had - a spare set of clothes. I hurried out the door, not even daring to look back.
I wandered the streets for hours and somehow found myself on the steps of the Palais Garnier, the Paris Opera House.
