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Welcome to the past I ought to say I hate to dwell too much in it but I fear I must for the better. Sometimes it appears it is better to relive the past to understand the future. I write now with a sad heart and an even sadder memory. I have written of the Baudelaire children and even of myself but I have yet to write of the Baudelaire parents. Now brace yourself if you choose to read this, which I hope you do not. Though this story may appear to be quiet pleasant and may appear to have a happy ending I am compelled to warn you in this story there is very little things to be happy about. I do wish you the best and desire you do not drown in a pit of sorrow a phase meaning die of sadness.
Okay people I read all the books, seen the movie, have the sound track and to me it appears Beatrice is the Baudelaire's mother. I am going to take a wild guess because that will help move along my story. Sorry if you do not share my views and I do not own the Baudelaires. Wish I did I would have Klaus tied to my bed -.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news; I am often so in most cases but I live in a very different world and you may have to ask yourself if you are indeed a part of this world. If you are I am deeply sorry for you if you aren't do no despair for soon you will be.
Beatrice was 14 years old and very nervous. She was about to perform bells to a very felicity decoding song for the volunteer female donation fund. Song parts were mailed to random people by the very fast delivery service and seemed to call on the talents of the person it wanted. Beatrice was respectively good with bells. Song parts where also secret though and where only to be performed together once in front of a reserved audience on Briny Beach.
"Staging!" "Oh my," Beatrice sucked in a deep breath checking and rechecking her bells, hair, dress and overall appearance. She wasn't sure she could do this. I must butt in for a moment to tell you Beatrice was wonderful at the bells and I will hear no negative comments about my beloved. "Nervous are we?" Beatrice peered up at a stocky yet gentle looking red head draped in lime green. "Yes I am very very nervous sir" "Oh call me Monty!" He grinned holding out his hand; Beatrice took it and gave a hearty shake. "Beatrice !#$" Oh deeply sorry that was the bell meaning it was time for the players to take to the stage. Monty nodded with a slight nudge to the thin girl, "Bells hmm I love bells they are just the thing the song needs I'm sure of it" "Oh!" Beatrice slammed the red velvet case closed for fear she would get in trouble for someone else seeing the secret items. She didn't want to be forced to leave she had practiced for days on end. The click of the case made Montgomery give a deep chuckle, "Fear not my dear we are on together." Montgomery held up a neon green violin. Beatrice for some reason or another, that I will never know of, felt some relief to be standing in the presents of such a nice man. "Let us go show off!" Montgomery smiled, Beatrice raced after Monty up the stairs to an elaborate stage with a large eye on the purple curtains.
Pleasant so far? Please I beg you not to read on for a whole misfortunate is soon to come.