Everything was beautiful. The highly decorated room was flooded with lights, the stage being the brightest place to stand upon. Crowds of people where all seated in their chairs, awaiting their warm meals that would energise them for the rest of the evening.
The men and women where all dressed in their lovliest tuxedos and gowns. A splash of colours traced amoung the room, letting her sigh at the beauty of it all. Yet all of the tuxedo's brought a frown to her face, at the tinyist glimps of a forgotten memory.
The stood upon the stage with utter poise. The sound of her voilin vibrating through out the room and warming the hearts of the welthy people who surrounded her. She was angelic and vibrant. Her wavy aqua coloured hair, only just reaching out to her shoulders while in this moment her sea-blue eyes showed all of the emotion that had ever filled her heart. Violet in hand, she played it will every inch of her creative thoughts, twisting her, sharpening there.
Yet something had recently left her with an empty feeling, a feeling that she had never seemed to have known before in her life. Was it dread? Was it fear? Or was it just concer? But if so what for? All of these questions pondered her mind yet she received not a single answer.
The had forgotten so much but in her time of need this was the only thing that she could now remember, how to play the violin. She was close to perfecting it. She had been offered many apprentiships but had turned down every single one without an answer to satify that offerer or herself.
Something was deeply amiss.
Quietly she finished the rest of her song, bowing as the audience applauded loudly and as sophisticated people. There where no wolf whistles or "we love you";s as there would have been at a rock concert. No there people where well mannered and respected her as an artist to entertain them aboard the ship.
She walked off the stage and put her violin away carefully in its case. She walked out of the room, case in hand out onto the dock into the cold night air.
She shivered at the feel of it against her skin but sighed, a smile spreading across her face as she viewed the ocean for all of its glory.
Yet again that pang annoyed her. Something had to be wrong. But she was Michelle, and she knew when something was wrong. She could sence it. She looked out towards the ocean for the last time.
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