Down the street and across a few other districts, someone else was also in need of lightening up. At least, if she were being honest with herself she would. Lady Sarah Caultry, former Prima Donna and darling of England, sat in front of a cracked vanity mirror. She powdered her face appropriately before getting a good look at herself. Her ears perked up when she heard a knock on her door.

"Yes? Come in!" She called without taking her eyes off of the mirror. Her door opened and revealed Miss Kitty wearing a light blue dressing robe. Sarah smiled and turned in her seat. "Ah, god middag Kitty! Did you need something?" The rat asked as she started to brush her hair. Kitty took a seat in the chair near Sarah's bed, crossing her legs.

"I just thought I'd see how you were doing," the white mouse said with a shrug. "I was just looking through the paper and I found something that I thought you might be interested in." Sarah looked excited.

"Is the opera hiring again?" She asked, her eyes lighting up. Kitty smiled sympathetically and shook her head.

"Sorry, but no. The season starts next week." Sarah's ears drooped and she pouted.

"Oh, I see. Then what did you think I would be so interested in?" The rat asked as she turned back to her mirror. Kitty flipped through the paper.

"You remember that friend I was telling you about? You know, the one that gave me voice lessons about a hundred years ago?" Sarah laughed at her friend's joke.

"Yes, why do you bring him up now?" Kitty grinned.

"Well, when I read through the classified ads, I noticed that this same friend of mine put one in. I figured that since you're trying to get back into opera, that it would be good to have connections. A lot of the company's best Prima Donnas came through him." Sarah lifted an eyebrow.

"What need do I have for music lessons? I was already considered one of the best. I don't need training." Kitty shook her head.

"I wasn't talking about getting lessons from him, I was talking about working for him. See, he lost his wife about three years ago and now he's saddled with four kids to babysit. I figured that since he's regarded by so many in the opera business that it would be opportune for you to get in good with him by watching those children. I know how much you love kids." Sarah shot the paper a look as if it had just insulted her.

"Kitty, I am a performer." She said as she fixed her hair. "I am not a nursemaid. Besides, I have better things to do than watch some rich idiot's spoilt children. The stage is where I belong, not in some stuffy house." Kitty crossed her arms.

"Aw, come on Sarah, you haven't even met him or the kids. And besides, you can't stay in the Rat Trap for long. Clarissa's about ready to blow a gasket, and you've already contemplated murdering her at least three times now!" Sarah scoffed.

"Please, that little mouse is the least of my worries. I can handle her." Clarissa was one of the premiere girls at the Rat Trap who did not get along with the rat diva. She had been in the limelight for several years until Sarah stole her thunder as one of the most sought after showgirls in London. Needless to say, the feeling was mutual and Sarah had no qualms with getting physical with the little tart to teach her a lesson. The mouse laid a paw on Sarah's shoulder.

"I have no doubt of that, Sarah. You know I don't." She frowned and took her paw away. "But the other girls and I are really getting sick of the two of you fighting all the time! And Clarissa's threatened to go to Mouseland Yard if you don't stop attacking her." Sarah's ears pinned back.

"Attack her? Attack her?! I am not the ones that start these fights! Cette petite salope a du culot! Je vais lui montrer une chose ou deux, elle va voir!" Kitty waited for the rat to calm down before speaking again. Once Sarah started ranting in French, that usually meant she was very, very angry. "Je vais lui donner une leçon qu'elle n'oubliera pas!" Kitty took her friend by the paw, sighing.

"Look, I know that she usually starts the fights, but Sarah, you're usually the one that causes them to get violent! And we all know who looks guilty in the eyes of the Yard. The way I see it, this is a great opportunity for you." Sarah took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"But Kitty, this man wouldn't hire someone like me. No self-respecting gentleman would want a rat anywhere near their children!" Kitty smirked at her.

"They would if they were a rat too." She said with a wink. Sarah looked taken aback.

"What?" She asked, tilting her head. Kitty grinned.

"I never told you? The Professor's a rat, just like you! Of course he'd trust you." Sarah mulled that over in her head a moment, thinking.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to take a look. And if he provides room and board, I could probably get away from that puttana Clarissa. All right, Kitty. I'll try it out." She frowned then. "And if I don't like it, you let me be and I'll deal with Clarissa my way, all right? I don't care if you have to throw me out or not. I'll earn my living elsewhere." Kitty nodded.

"All right, Sarah. It's a deal."


Thank you oh so much for the lovely reviews as always! ^^

Sorry about all the other languages, but Sarah is an opera singer and as such knows many languages. Anyways, I've come to realize that is is my first introduction to Sarah on this site. O_O Wow...she must have made quite the impression here with her being rather violent and foul-mouthed as you'll soon find out. Truth be told, she doesn't act this way in my Canon!GMD fanfictions, so this isn't really the way that she acts.

Here are the translations:

*God middag (Swedish) = Good afternoon

*Cette petite salope a du culot (French) = The nerve of that little bitch!

*Je vais lui montrer une chose ou deux, elle va voir (French) = I'll teach her a thing or two, see if I won't!

*Je vais lui donner une leçon qu'elle n'oubliera pas! (French) = I'll teach her a lesson she won't forget!

*Vafalls? (Swedish) = Pardon?

*puttana (Italian) = whore

And remember kids, I don't own anything except for any OCs or other characters you don't recognize. Everything else belongs to The Mouse. Be sure to leave a review on the way out! ^^