The following morning, Violet looked out the window and down on the property. There was a gentle rain falling from a darkened, grey sky. She always kept the window when she slept, both to hear potential enemies approaching, and because the sounds of the rain helped her sleep.

A cold breeze flew in from the window, and Violet drew a blanket over herself to warm up as she left the room and made her way to the library. As she made her way into the library and sat down at her usual place at the darkened table, Violet kept the blanket over her shoulders.

The Client must have noticed, because she asked, "Are you cold?"

Violet nodded, "A little bit, yes. Please pay it no mind, I will be fine."

"If you want, I can have Wulf start the fireplace for us." The Client offered, preparing to raise her bell.

Violet stopped her, "No, thank you. I'll be quite alright. I appreciate the offer."

"Suit yourself," The Client sighed as she shuffled her papers, containing the musical notes she and Violet had written together, "So have you thought any more about what our song should be about?"

Violet in turn sighed, "Not yet. I'm still uncertain as to what I might have to sing about. So far we have only discussed the methods of writing music. Did you have any ideas?"

The Client laughed, "I had a feeling I'd have to do the hard part. That's fine. Here's my idea. There was a girl once. A really beautiful girl. She had long, blonde hair, and blue eyes as deep as the ocean."

She walked over to the piano, and played the keys to match her own, "This girl thought she was just a doll. But she was more. She could bring people to tears with her words. She could make people laugh. And she cared for the lost, when no one else could"

Do rei me fa so la ti rei

The keys matched the Client's words, as she expanded into the song matching the two-eight time signature they had come up with. She kept playing, bringing the notes high, low, and ringing into Violet's heart.

It was rare for Violet to get emotional in front of a client. But something about the music touched her soul in a way very things could.

Gently, Violet wiped tears from her eyes and quietly said, "I'm sorry… I don't mean to be emotional."

The Client stopped, and tapped a single key in return, E, "All that is just what I—" she trailed off before continuing later, "See about you, Violet. But now, I think it's your turn. What can you see about me?"

"I don't know anything about you!" Violet shouted, raising her voice slightly.

The Client in turn raised her voice back, "That's not true! Think about it. Use your feelings!"

Violet took a deep breath and thought for a long time before she spoke again, "There is a girl, who lives in mansion all alone. There are servants and aides around her, but she sits apart from the rest. Years ago, she was a singer, of some notable renown to afford such an estate."

She continued, pulling the blanket tighter around her, "But she never reveals anything about herself. She sits alone, in the dark, and never lets anyone see her face. And there's no reason why."

Ti

"That's better than I expected. I can make this work. Can you go get us some coffee? I'll turn this into something workable, and then we can practice together. You're singing tonight with me!" The Client said excitedly.

"Why tonight? Is there something special about tonight? And do you really believe I can sing?" Violet asked as she stood up.

"If I don't get this done tonight, I won't have another chance. Trust me, it will make sense when it happens." The Client said, as she returned to her place and began scribbling madly with her pen.

Violet walked to the door of library, but looked back for a moment at the client. One question was ringing in her mind, one that wouldn't go away.

Who are you?