This chapter will prove to be quite a heartbreaking one, so be forewarned. The song posted in here is called 'Hello' and is sung by Evanescence. To those who have read DC1 and remember the flashback, you notice there is more added in. I have decided to add in what I should have added in when I originally wrote the first story SO many years ago! (actually... about 4-5 years ago -weak smile-).
Enjoy! 16 pages again but oh well.
BTW: As many of you made notice, I know nothing about horses--I just love riding them. I didn't know a 'mare' is a female horse. But now I know and I'll try not to make the same mistake.
- Chapter Fourteen -
"Meg Giry," Madam Giry called out, "you are next." Uno watched as the older ballerina scurried onto the stage in a rush, frantic to attend the audition. Music began playing and she began dancing to one of the duets for the prima ballerina parts. Uno had yet to be called.
The lithe form of Meg floated around the stage like a butterfly released from its cage. She twirled and leapt gracefully in the air and Uno noticed her eyes were closed for about half of the dance.
She's quite the dancer, Uno noted. The seat besides her was suddenly captured and turning to notice who it was Uno found Charline had joined her.
"Hello Uno," Charline smiled. "Have you been called yet?"
"No," Uno grumbled back. She turned back to the stage and watched as Meg did a swan leap into the air.
"Neither have I. I am hoping my list of references will help me gain a good part."
Uno snorted. "I doubt they would care unless you're royalty."
Charline frowned and glanced over at the odder American seated besides her. "But then I wouldn't be here if I were royalty."
"Precisely," Uno returned.
"I don't understand."
Uno sighed. "Apparently not."
"Would you mind explaining yourself?"
"No."
Charline's shoulders sagged and she returned to the stage where Meg bowed her appreciation to her received part. As usual, she gave the managers her fleeting smile and paced off the stage. Uno closed her eyes and expected the next few names to skip over hers. She expected La Marcella to received prima ballerina—again—and the wrenches friends to cheer their ringleader on.
"Uno Maxwell," Madam Giry called out from the center stage.
Uno did not expect that!
"Go on Uno," Charline shook Uno on the shoulder with glee. "Good luck up there!"
Uno groaned and pushed out of the chair. She stole a quick glance around at the few attendees who were watching the auditions much like herself and Charline; La Marcella and her circle of whores were several rows away, waiting for something to happen.
Uno stepped up to the stage and practically dragged her feet up each step until she reached the ballet mistress. She could make out several rude comments regarding her posture with Marcella's voice attached to them and rolling her eyes, she let it slide. When she danced she would show them how good she was—and she didn't plan on copying what she did several weeks back.
"Uno," the older woman bowed her head.
"Ma'am," Uno bowed her head back.
"Mademoiselle Maxwell," Andre cut in. Uno turned to glance at him with her causal, laid back expression. "Can you sing?"
That stopped her mindset of being casual and laid back! Her brows knitted together and frowning, she turned completely to face the managers standing behind the pit. Monsieur Reyer was staring up at her, as well. Uno turned and saw Madam Giry frowning intensely.
"I-I beg your," Uno paused and returned to the managers, "pardon?"
"Can you sing?" Andre repeated himself.
"Sing?" Uno said the word and it left a bad taste in her mouth. "W-why do you ask, Monsieur's?"
Get a hold of yourself! She berated herself. They are probably wondering that about everybody, to see who will be in the choir rather than the ballet! They didn't have to ask Meg because they knew she had always been the ballet mistress's daughter.
"Well," Andre glanced down at a note in his hands, "we have been told to have you audition for a soprano's part."
Uno's lips parted and her throat became dry. Who on Earth could have ever heard her sing? She closed her mouth immediately and swallowed hard. From the corners of her eyes she could see Marcella giggling and pointing in her direction.
"I—who sent you the note about my ability to sing?" Uno returned.
"So it is true, then?" Firmin cut in.
Uno shook her head. "No Monsieurs," she lied. "I cannot sing. Who insisted that I audition for that part?"
Andre and Firmin exchanged worried glances before Firmin spoke up. "Usually when the Opera Ghost makes an announcement he is correct. Are you certain you cannot sing?" Afraid of her own voice, Uno kept her lips pressed together and nodded her head.
"How about an audition anyways?" Andre added in. "Perhaps he felt you have great potential if given the chance to shine?"
"Agreed," Firmin nodded. "Uno? Please, a scale if you may?"
"A scale?" Uno choked out.
It wasn't as if she were really terrified of singing out a scale to the masses at that moment, but rather that she never knew scales to begin with. When she was little she had always sang on her own without a scale to teach her the different chords.
"I shall play a few notes on the piano and I would like you to match your voice to it," Monsieur Reyer explained. Uno glanced at him in mild fright, afraid of what was going to happen if she let slip her actual ability. She could hear Marcella teasing her from the distance and if Uno were to hide the truth the wrench would have more to taunt about and if she showed her true self Marcella would shut up—but still think of Uno as a witch.
And if Uno showed her true self, she would be repeating a history that she would hate herself to repeat.
"I-okay," Uno replied uneasily.
The conductor nodded his head and began pressing a few keys in accordance to the scale. Uno cleared her throat and released a scratchy note, careful to release the power of her lungs. The note rose and her voice rose, but so did her throaty croak. When finally the scale ended she succeeded in achieving her goal; the managers were frowning at one another and reviewing the note. Monsieur Reyer was frowning up at Madam Giry, and Madam Giry was staring at Uno with worry.
"Uno," she whispered. Uno turned to the woman with her previous worried look. "Are you certain you cannot sing?"
"Didn't you just hear?" Uno fought back. "I can't sing. I would have just then if I could."
"Why would he state that her voice is higher than Daae's, more powerful than La Carlotta's, and has the ability to Apollo?" Andre murmured. Uno glanced over to the managers, her brows knitted together.
"Who sent the letter, may I ask again?"
"The Opera Ghost," Firmin glanced up at her in shock. "But I don't see why he would insist you sing for the opera."
Uno's eyes narrowed. The Opera Ghost, is it? I shall find out myself, why he insists I sing.
-
Erik's fists were balling at his sides and his jaw was locked in place. His teeth ground together and his upper lip was flared, indicating his fierce rage. He had sent specific instructions to set Uno Maxwell into an audition for soprano's lead and the ballet rat had tricked everyone into remaining a ballerina! He was certain he had heard her sing that night and he recalled hearing her ability to go higher or lower than Christine, become more powerful than Carlotta, and her ability combined matched his own, as if she were born with the knowledge to sing!
How dare that wrench turn my words into lies, Erik seethed out mentally. She has turned my words into lies, she has ignored my threats and warnings, and she has even stolen my horse on several occasions. I will get my revenge for this unaccountable act of foolishness and this silly girl will learn to never again repeat her actions in making the phantom appear wrong.
-
Charline chased Uno down the hall and reached out to grasp the ballerina's wrist. Uno instantly spun around and locked her own fingers in a death grip on Charline's wrist, snarled, and glared the figure. Charline cringed and shied back as much as she could but Uno's grip held on sturdy. Then, as if Uno realized what she was doing, she released her hold and hung her head.
"Don't do that again, Charline," Uno warned. "I could have killed you if I didn't stop myself in time." Charline nodded, terrified to speak. Uno raised her head. "What do you want?"
"To congratulate you."
Uno frowned. "Excuse me?"
"You and Meg are the prima ballerinas for the duet," Charline smiled weakly. "I thought to congratulate you on your triumphs. Although I wonder why they all thought you could sing when you clearly showed them you couldn't."
"Yeah," Uno turned and stared at the ground. "Yeah I wonder that myself."
Charline smiled and sighed. "You're a wonderful dancer, Uno. I wish I had your talent."
Uno nodded. "I know," she murmured. And how true that was. The last person she knew that acted much the same way wished she had Uno's talent and brains.
"So what are you planning on doing now?" Charline asked sweetly. "I was wondering if you would be interested in joining me for some dinner at a local diner. It is rather late already and I figured we could talk and get to know one another."
Uno sighed and glanced at the girl before her. "Charline," Uno breathed out in a rush. The girl's smile slowly transformed into a frown. "Look—we're two different types of people, alright? You're an open girl and I'm closed off. You would rather be with Meg and the other ballerinas while I would rather be alone."
"But you haven't eaten anything all day," Charline fought back. "Surely you must be famished!"
"Not in the least," Uno grumbled back before turning away. "Just leave me alone. You'll be better off as friends with Meg."
Charline frowned. "But… I wanted to be friends with you," she mumbled, watching the lonely ballerina dissolve into the shadows. After Uno disappeared entirely she bit her lower lip and knitted her brows together.
Something's going on with you, Uno, Charline noted. And I'm going to find out what that something is whether or not you will appreciate it.
-
Uno shut the door to the roof behind her and sighed. The sky was blackened and littered with stars. The street lamps were bright and filtering the shadows with light up to the rooftop. The roof floors had light coming through the small dome and the corners of the wall, lighting up the small platform for which Uno took shelter.
She took a deep breath and released it just the same. Her conscious was eating away her mind's work. She knew Charline meant good and was willing to follow her around but Uno didn't need a crutch by her side at all times. The last person who was there died because of her.
That last person was almost exactly like Charline.
Uno hung her head and groaned. She reached the edge of the rooftop and closed her eyes as the image of Theresa's shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes with a charming smile ate away what little energy Uno had remaining in her chest, the little love she felt locked up in her heart.
That little love grew and the barrier to keep it from bleeding began to break down again.
"Uh God," Uno groaned.
She pushed away from the side of the ledge and turned her back on the world. Eyes clenching tightly, Uno felt the first stab of hurt pierce her heart before she had the time to grasp her chest with her hands. Her legs let out from beneath her and sent her tumbling to the ground, landing upon her weak knees.
Uno wrapped her arms around her body tightly, feeling the harsh beats of her heat pounding against her rib cage. The painful stabbing multiplied and the agonizing torture became a gut wrenching pull away from her perfected self, dragging her mind down into the guilt-stricken sorrow. Her eyes became moist as tears started to flood within her face, blurring her vision. She blinked them away but instead of leaving for good, they only fell and caused a slippery trail down her cheeks.
"Theresa," Uno choked out on her next breath of air. "Why are you torturing me?" Her voice broke and she had to whisper the rest of her devastated plea. "Why can't you just leave me for good?"
Flashes of the past streaked across her encased orbs, bringing the years of pain that she had managed to block out; the years of training for the war, of sorrow and sadness brought on by the moment where her life was dramatically turned into what Duo did not want her to live. It was the life of war and bloodshed that Duo made her prepare for on the outside while on the inside he cried for her to live a happy, freedom-filled life, away from destruction, away from hate, and away from death. She was born from a war to only die in a war.
Unfortunately, she never died.
Never.
"Theresa," Uno whispered, giving into the aching torment of the past resurfacing.
The weather was fair; mild rain showers may occur later on in the day and sunny with cool winds until then. It was unusually beautiful for the time of the year. The sky was a bright blue with few clouds, the air around was thick with warm heat, and the atmosphere was just cheerful.
Uno and Theresa were walking along the long road that stretched on from the outskirts of the city to Winner Mansion. Theresa had arrived earlier that morning and, with the ability to wake her best friend up, started one of the biggest pillow fights the two have ever had. It was so large that Duo had to break up the fight.
And he wound up getting attacked with four pillows!
While Uno dressed for school Theresa was talking with Duo in the living room about the snobby girls in the classroom then Uno came downstairs with her hair unbraided. She was grumbling about not being able to detangle it and despite Theresa's attempts at hiding her giggle, Uno had threatened to lock Theresa in the lockers. Duo had to brush out her hair and braid it, a task he had been doing on his own since he was little.
Uno hung her head and closed her eyes. Her braid dangled from behind the nape of her neck. Stuffing her fists into her pockets, she sighed and went over her plans for the day. She knew there was a test they needed to take and, as usual, was prepared for it. She knew she had a race meet with Ricky in a few weeks and required after school practice. The talent show was coming soon and she and Theresa needed to continue practicing in the Recording Studio of the mansion.
Theresa was humming a random tune and glancing around at the fields surrounding their long walk. Generally the walk was a good hour into the city and the school was on the side, which meant another thirty minute walk. Uno didn't mind the exercise but it was Theresa she was worried for; the poor girl may be older by a year but her body is so out of shape she can't even compete against Uno in a race of three yards!
Theresa frowned, her arms still wrapped behind her neck as her hands held onto her briefcase backpack. She glanced over towards her right then to her left, noticing the span of emptiness and few trees off in the distance. Ahead of them, the narrow two-lane street curved out into a four-lane street with a medium—the entrance to Quatre's mansion and Winner City. The front of the medium stood elegantly trimmed with a massive oak tree and several decorated bushes. There were many times where Theresa wanted to hide behind the bushes and scare Uno on her daily jog with Heero but she never found the guts, terrified that Heero's old war-self would withdraw a gun and fire without thought.
"Uno?" Theresa perked up. Uno's eyes opened and she blinked away the sudden brightness of the day before glancing behind her.
"Nani?"
"Does Quatre own half the city?"
Uno turned around and frowned. "Huh?"
"Winner City," Theresa repeated herself, "does he own half of it?"
"He owns all of it," Uno corrected her. "Quatre Winner?" Uno giggled at Theresa's stunned expression. "That's why he's so powerful, Theresa. He owns several cities on Earth, several colonies in space, natural resource satellites, and way more."
Theresa's brows knitted in confusion. "What are natural resource satellites compared to colonies?"
"Well," Uno took a deep breath and turned away in thought, "from what Heero told me, they're where we get half of our resources for space. They're military colonies created on meteors. Pretty much, military bases, I guess you could say. I learned that in White Fang, Operation Meteor was to be followed through and MO Three was to be dropped onto Earth. But then the rules changed and a colony was going to be dropped."
Theresa's mouth dropped and her eyes got huge. "Are you serious?"
Uno nodded and continued to explain. "Heero had to stop it. He was the only one capable."
"How?"
Uno shrugged and stared up into the sky. "Wing Zero," she explained. "The Gundam, Wing Zero, the machine he piloted in the wars." She returned to stare into her friend's gaping face. "He once told me that he wasn't sure if he could survive the battle and Zero had to help."
"Zero? How could a computer system help keep somebody alive?"
Uno shrugged her shoulders. "I've countered Zero when I hacked into his laptop. It's a mind controlling computer but if it knows you can handle things on your own it'll leave you be. Zero had to help keep Heero stationed as he fired the beam cannon and shot down the colony as it tore through the planet's atmosphere. He couldn't fly the Gundam because he was beneath it and had to aim up at it."
Theresa gawked. "So he allowed the machine to fall while he shot down the colony? Oh my God Uno," she shouted. "Your family rocks!"
Uno giggled. "Yeah well, I hope to follow in his footsteps one day."
That made Theresa frown. "Why?"
"To pilot a Gundam," Uno turned her back to her friend and continued walking. "I don't really want to fight, though. But what I've learned about their ability to fly sounds like fun. The speed, the power—I think it'll be fun. Quatre still has to take me to a colony. He said when I turn sixteen he'll let me stay for a month."
"That is so cool!" Theresa beamed. She followed behind Uno once again. "You so have to take pictures. I want to see the stars; I want to see the other planets. You're so lucky."
Uno shrugged her shoulders. "Trowa told me there's a large military base on Venus. He said it's been shut down for generations but still used for storage."
"Cool. And Quatre owns all of this?"
Uno nodded as she closed her eyes and hung her head. "And Relena owns the other half. Don't forget, Relena is the Vice Foreign Minister and the Queen of the world and colonies—she's the ruler of all mankind."
"Wow," Theresa slurred out. "So if they were to die—since Relena has no other relatives alive and Quatre has nothing but you as a child, even though you're Duo's instead—you would get the city and all the land, school, mansions, colonies, the planet, and everything else they own?"
"Including the head of official Government seats, the titles, the royalty's," Uno added in with a murmur. She nodded her head. "Yep. I'd get it all."
"Oh wow! I'm glad I'm your best friend," Theresa beamed. Uno frowned when she noticed her shoe laces were untied. She snorted at Theresa's comment and knelt over to tie her laces back up.
"Please," Uno scoffed out. "You're my only friend… besides Ricky."
She sighed and finished tying her shoes. Out of no where, Uno heard what sounded like a rock hit the ground. Brows knitting together, she turned away from her shoes and glanced at the ground. There were no rocks located anywhere near her but she was certain she heard a thud. Uno stared up into the sky and winced against the bright, sunny rays shining down the morning light.
There was nothing around and she knew she heard something.
"Hey Theresa," Uno paused and glanced back at the ground. "Did you hear that just now? It sounded like a rock hit the road but there's nothing around."
She glanced at the bushes on the medium ahead of them and frowned, wondering why it was awfully quiet. Theresa had stopped humming, birds were not chirping, the wind had stopped blowing; she couldn't even hear Theresa to begin with!
"Theresa?" Uno tried again. She turned back to glance behind her and found Theresa was lying on the grass, sprawled out like a rag doll left behind.
"Theresa?" Uno croaked out.
A few feet away from Theresa's body lay her backpack. Her arms and legs were sprawled out as if she had been pushed down and fell without a struggle. Uno swallowed hard and turned around fully to face her friend, though she remained crouching on the ground.
She heard nothing coming from her friend and scooting closer Uno feared she never would again.
"Theresa?" She tried again; however, softer this time. Her best friend's body appeared slack and if not for the current condition Uno would almost think she was sleeping.
But she knew without a second thought that Theresa was dead.
Uno crawled over to the side of her friend's body and grasped Theresa's shoulder. She began to shake her friend violently, commanding her to wake up, but stopped in fear when she spotted the gaping hole between the eyes.
"A bullet hole?" Uno murmured. She was truly puzzled now and immediately fear struck Uno like never before. It struck her with an icy stab and she realized the formation of the attack: silent, small, and powerful—it was an assassination attack.
Tears continued to fall from Uno's eyes and silently, Uno gathered to her feet and balled her fists, knowing what she had to do, that her years of preparation had finally paid off. She knew there was nothing wrong with Theresa and that Theresa was a common civilian; that bullet was meant to hit her and missed.
Without another thought—despite how badly she wished she had a gun on her possession so she could aim and take cover to return fire—Uno kicked at the ground and began running as fast as she could back the way they came, leaving the body behind. The years of training for her future finally paid off as she knew to escape and decided to run top speed. If the assassin really wanted to kill her he'd have the ability to chase her down but Uno won't go down without a fight.
Wufei had taught her that much, thanks to his styles of martial arts.
She wasn't sure how fast she was going but she knew that she was running faster than she ever had for the team at school. She always received first place for running fast but Uno, without a doubt, was fleeing faster than her top recorded speeds.
Up ahead she spotted the gate to the mansion and pacing her breath, Uno tapped into the emergency energy she had remaining. She couldn't believe how much she had seen so far and how much she had felt, but wouldn't Theresa have felt worse?
No, Uno decided as she neared the gate. Theresa felt nothing as the bullet went straight to her brain
Her eyes began to blur with a fresh wave of tears but Uno blinked them away, unable to allow herself to slow down even one bit. If she had, the assassin could be on her tail quickly. She rounded the corners of the stone wall and came to a skidding halt at the gate. Ripping the backpack from her shoulders, Uno flung it over the gate then headed towards the bottom of it. Unless she could become super human and leap high into the air about twenty-feet, she'd have to crawl beneath it.
When she emerged on the other side, she kicked at the ground to gain her speed back up, grabbed her discarded backpack, and hightailed her ass towards the front door of the mansion.
She had to get to safety and there were no questions about it. Once she was in the arms of Duo she would be safe.
However, Uno knew, she would never be safe again.
Her lips were parted and her breath came in shallow gasps. Each gulp of air was like another presence flowing through her body, giving her the required, living oxygen she craved but passing through her swifter than anything she had ever encountered. She had less than a second to obtain all the oxygen she could from each breath she inhaled.
Her memory was horrible; it was one of the most horrible memories she had stored in her mind. In fact, it was the first horrifying memory she had stored, the earliest one. She never witnessed her mother's death from the White Fang was as she was too little to take it all down and the explosion had flown her yards away into an alley. All she remembered of her mother was a quick glimpse before the black body bag zipped up over the face; Uno was hiding behind the dumpster at that time, terrified of what all the commotion was and wondering where they were taking her sleeping mother.
She learned later that her mother had died and she had to fend for herself on the streets.
But Theresa was a different kind of tortured memory. Each horrible memory meant something in her mind, listed in some category. Her mother was too vague to really have a category, Theresa was a friendship forgotten—although she didn't see the attack. Ricky was a friendship and a love and she, unfortunately, had to witness as he shot himself in the head. The most of her family, she felt the loss hit her hard in the chest while she sang her final tune, her Requiem Mass. When Duo died and the rest of her family, she realized her life was meant for nothing but death and wanted to end it with a boom.
However, she woke up in Madam Giry's care, away from the only world she ever knew, and into a world she never had a chance to learn. All the documents from before the year twenty-eleven were erased for fear of repeating history and if not for her ability to hack into Heero's laptop and have Zero possess her mind, then she would never really be able to survive in the eighteen hundreds.
Her heart slowly regained its composure and allowed her to breath normally again. Uno lifted her head from its hanging position and swallowed back another lodge of tears stuck in her throat. Images from her childhood flashed across her eyes as she stared out at the Paris landscape before her. The stars of the sky glittered down from above, the moon shining brightly like the sun of the nocturnal sky, and the cool air blew windy breezes across her skin.
She lowered her head once again and whimpered. "Playground… school… bell… rings," she sang softly, "again. Rain… clouds… come… to… play… again." She swallowed hard, the tears flowing down her face even faster now as she remembered the swing set competition she had with Theresa before Ricky arrived at the school. The emotion brought a stronger pain into her chest, giving her a little more energy to cry; but instead, Uno channeled the lurking sadness into power for her lungs.
"Has, no-one told-you—she's not breathing?" Her voice rose in pitch. "Hello… I'm your mind, giving you someone, to-talk-to… hello?"
Uno swallowed hard and bit back the urge to cry out as she kept her shaky voice semi-low. "If… I… smile…and… don't… believe," she took a shallow breath. "Soon… I-know… I'll wake… from-this-dream."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to cool her shaky voice. Her lungs grew stronger with her body and her voice began to rise in pitch. "Don't-try-to-fix-me—I'm not broken. Hello, I'm the lie… living-for-you so-you, can hide…" she swallowed and choked out the rest of her plea. "Don't cry."
There was a noise coming from somewhere close by but she didn't care. Her mind kept flashing pictures of her childhood and she was busy trying to regain her composure; unfortunately, singing was the only way she knew how to do that.
"Suddenly, I-know-I'm-not-sleeping—hello? I'm still here," she paused to breathe out the rest. "I'm all that's left of yesterday…"
Uno bowed her head as she waited for the tears to finish falling. It took all of her willpower not to cry out and sob, but the remorse still ate away at her conscious. She didn't have a clue as to what she would do with her life from hence on. All she knew was that she was being haunted by her past and unless she found the reason to why she was sent to the nineteenth century, she would become insane.
-
Erik sighed and shifted in his perch above Apollo's steed. He watched from when the ballet rat arrived on the rooftop until she collapsed in what he thought at first was unconsciousness. He spent a good ten minutes watching her cry, huddled at the base of Apollo stretching out to the remaining Gods, shaking violently despite the warm air surrounding them. But right when he was about to leap of the statue she came to herself and gasped for air.
He had to be careful because his cloak got stuck beneath his weight and he almost fell off instead.
He didn't know what she could have possibly been doing in the fifteen minutes she had collapsed in a heap at the base of the statue, but he watched as she held herself and cried. Uno Maxwell was a mystery he was tempted to solve; only he didn't know where to begin.
He knew every night she snuck to the rooftop to be alone, sometimes she sang on stage—or out to the sky as she just had—and other times he realized she stole his horse and rode out into the night. He didn't know where she ran off to when she left the Opera Populaire and though part of him craved to find out, he knew he had to wait for the right moment to follow her. He didn't want to chase her down when and where she would be able to catch him.
After all, if she had managed to flip him in the air without a struggle then he didn't want to know what other abilities she was hiding!
He was still wondering why she lied about her ability to sing. She had sung horrible on purpose—he was sure of it—and it had angered him, making him appear like a fool to his managers, the conductor, and ballet mistress. He wasn't even sure if Madam Giry could read into her to see if she were lying; Uno Maxwell had a beautiful voice and a tremendous gift. Even when she sang just a second ago, with tears staining her face and her voice quivering with more remorse, she had managed to keep up her powerful lungs and express her notes.
She had the talent and ability to sing through her tears and past her depressed state-of-mind!
Uno stood up and sniffled. Erik's brows knitted together as he watched her silently turn to face the world of Paris once more, then turn her back to it all and retreat into the shadows of the theater. He knew she'd head straight to bed and not steal away on his horse again.
He wasn't certain but he knew she was emotionally drained and if she wanted to prove to be as successful and perfect as she claimed to be, then she would want to rest herself for the coming rehearsals.
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