Kaylen entered the costume room lighting lamps as she went. She felt that presence again but perhaps this time it was just her nerves. She was running out of time and she still had some details to add. She sat down at her sewing machine and began to sing and sew. She sang an old folk tune from her village about a maiden who saves her village by finding a unicorn to cure disease. She sang it sadly wishing that she had been that maiden so that she could have saved her family from their terrible fates. It seemed as if her life was full of regrets. Erik stood behind the walls listening to the song that Kaylen was singing. If it had been sung by anybody else it would have been a happy song full of adventure and a happy ending. But when Kaylen sang it sounded sad As if when she sang it had a different meaning for her than the rest of the world.
'what could make this girl so sad?' Erik had to wonder as he moved in the passages to look at her through a secret spy hole he had made. He had often in the past looked in on the making of the costumes recommending slight changes he wished to see to the managers. Madame Smith must have wondered where the managers had suddenly gotten such a knack for fashion. He watched her sew with a silent satisfaction. The dress was beautiful. It looked like she had put extra time and thought into the design. Erik could find no fault in it. ' To bad she will have to take it in to fit someone a lot skinnier than that fat cow La Carlotta.' He had his own plans for the part of the lead.