Dearest Diary,
Today has been quite a trial. It seems as though laying the ground work for my master plan will be an arduous task. The plan began with one small and oddly nervous henchman that goes by the name of Harry Kim. I approached the young man and merely mentioned that I have heard of his musical talents. Mr Kim seemed somewhat skeptical but once asked the young man to further explain the workings of the Oboe his oddly round face lit up. Due to my impeccable timing, Mr Kim had finished his shift and invited me to his quarters to further examine the odd instrument.
That was six hours ago.
I write to you my dearest diary trapped in a tiny bathroom. I must say young Harry's tenacious appetite for approval is overwhelming at best. Though I will have to say he is very giving. As I withhold in this tiny space for a moments peace, I am currently wearing a friendship bracelet handmade by Mr Kim, a strange blouse called a "t-shirt" with a depiction of both our faces incased in a heart, and I have been fed so many odd desserts I may never be able to enjoy a nighttime ice cream again.
I am exhausted by the young man but I must remain focused. Mr Kim is the first step in a glorious dance of deception. Step by step I will become victorious!
I must leave you. I hear another female has turned down yet another of young Harry's advances. I must hum soothingly as he weeps….this is the third time today. If Im lucky I can convince one of the guards to drag me away for "lights out".
You're Welcome,
Choatica
P.S. I should find out how Harry made this shirt. It would be a perfect present for my queen!