A soprano voice rang out like a bell. All the occupants of the castle were very familiar with this sound, Madame de la Grande Bouche practicing her scales as usual. Cogsworth paused for a moment to listen. Each note was perfectly in tune with an angelic tone, reminding him of when he fist saw her. He couldn't quite recall the opera he had seen, but he definitely could remember her as the lead soprano, sounding as perfect then as she did right now. Ten years of being stuck as a wardrobe had done nothing to damage her voice. Listening to each note, Cogsworth felt a sense of hope, knowing that had Belle not shown up at the time she did, he might not have been able to hear that sweet voice ever again.