Sarah sat at the dinning room table with a pile of paperwork in front of her. As she sat filling out forms and signing papers she heard her mom walk through the door. Her mother walked in to the room with the mail in her hand and sat down next to her daughter.

"What are you doing?" Asked her mother.

"Job applications." she said holding up the stack of papers.

"I see. What happened with that opera thing?"

"I do not think that is going to happen."

"Why not?"

"Well they haven't called."

"Yes but it's only Wendsday."

"I know but you should have seen that audition, there were alot of people and they're only casting a few people."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I didn't find this out 'til I got there but they don't usually don't do open casting like that, they cast from the company."

"So why the change now?"

"The next show of the season has a very large cast so they're short handed."

"I see."

"Not to mention of course these people auditioning, were amazing. I imagine many of them were rejects of the company. I felt pretty rediculious there. They're going to cast six chorus parts from the hundred or so people. I don't have a chance."

"Well you know you can allways get a job at the center."

"I know, it's just a pretty hard place to work isn't it.?"

"Yeah, but I went through all that, so it feels good to help others like myself."

"Well thanks I'll keep that in mind."

"I do hope you get that job though, it would cut comute time and save on gas. That's for sure."

"Yeah it's like what... three blocks from here?"

"Something like that." Then she added sudenly, "Oh, I almost forgot. This came in the mail for you." She said handing her an odd looking envelope.

Sarah looked at the envelope. It was made of parchment paper and looked as though it could possibly have been homemade. It was sealed with a red wax seal with the image of a rose on it. There was no addresses on it, not even a forwarding address. From this she guessed that it was more than likely hand delivered. All it said was "To Miss Sarah Aster"

She had taken her things upstairs to her room to read the letter in private. She ran her fingers along the seal and thought about it. Sarah did not ever remember recieving a letter sealed with wax. 'Who could have sent it?' she thought. Only one way to find out... open it. She read the letter.

"Dear Miss Aster,

Welcome to the Opera House. I heard you sing at your audition. You are a very talented and beautiful woman. I heard the rage, the fury, the passion, and the power in your voice. I believe you could go very far, and with a little instruction will. I would like to help you live out your dreams, so I have decided to tutor you. You will know your full potential. Do not fear the music of the night. Soon all will be explained.

Until your first lesson, Your Angel of Music"

Sarah read the letter a few times trying to make sense of it's contents. 'Welcome to the Opera House?' I haven't been accepted. 'Rage? Passion? Fury? Power? Tutor me?' None of it made sense. Who was the author of the letter?

She felt so strange thinking about it. She was intrigued by the mystery of the letter, yet slightly frightened of what the truth of it would hold. She was flattered by the word 'beautiful.' Someone had called her beautiful and she did not even know who that 'someone' was. She had to find out who this 'Angel of Music' was.

Sudenly the phone rang. She placed the letter on top of the papers she had been attending to and flopped it down on her bed.

"I'll get it!" She yelled down to her mother, as she closed the door. She set the book on her desk and picked up the receiver.

"Hello."

"Hello. Is Sarah available?" Asked the rather familiar voice.

"This is her."

"This is Jacob, from the Seattle Opera House."

"O, hi." Sarah said lifelessly in an attempt to hide her excitement.

"I'm calling in regards to 'Pirates of Pinzance'..."

Sarah had no idea whether or not she'd made the cut. Of course she was very doubtful, but there was always that slim chance. She crossed her fingers.

"Welcome to the cast." He said in an exhausted voice.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she said unable to restrain her excitement.

"The first rehearsal is this Saturday at six o'clock. We'd appreciate it if you weren't late!" he snapped.

"O, I w-" She didn't even finish her sentence before he hung up on her.

She was so excited she did not even think about the fact that she had been treated so rudely just now, or even the fact that it was so odd that she had been cast. All she cared was that she had made it!