"It's hopeless, I came to Rapture to BE somebody... I wanted to sing in front of Raptures finest and really show them all! It seems so... silly now. Besides, if my papa knew, he'd never forgive me."

-Holly Shore

Holly stood in the Atrium at Fort Frolic, drinking in the view. The neon signs and the decorations made the already beautiful sight seem gorgeous. People wandered all around the hall wearing decorated masks the resembled birds, rabbits, or cats. Holly wore her finest dress for this party, and around her neck a string of real pearls passed down from her mother.

A tall man walked over and tapped her shoulder. "Evenin' Miss."

She smiled. "Good Evening." He had black hair, and gorgeous blue eyes.

"So what lucky man will be accompanying you tonight?" He asked.

"Afraid I'm all alone tonight."

He smiled at her. "Well in that case how about I-"

She was enjoying the little back and forth when she saw a man that made her blood run cold. "Papa!"

Her father had just walked into the Atrium, his blond hair slicked back, he was wearing a fancy tux and looking irritated.

She shook the man's hand. "S-sorry I- I have to go!"

She took off leaving the man bewildered. "Wait!"

Holly ran from the Atrium and headed for Fleet Hall. When she noticed people starting to stare at her she tried to move as quickly as she could without drawing attention to herself. She could hear the show that was now playing in the fleet hall. She paid the men at the front and slid in to watch the show. She tried to sneak to the back and lie low.

What is he doing here, why! Papa HATES parties! Does he know I'm here! No, no calm down... just watch the show..

The show was HAPPY CHAPPY by Sander Cohen. Holly knew that name well. It was one of the biggest names in Rapture. Saner Cohen is an artist, an artist handpicked by the man who made Rapture: Andrew Ryan. Her mother was a fan of his artwork, while her father - he'd called him a hack. Personally Holly liked his work, and she was enjoying the show...

My papa, why did he always have to ruin everything! When he wasn't gone off to talk with his friends about Andrew Ryan's corrupt whatever, he spent most of his time lecturing me about, everything.

Holly never paid too much attention to the man anymore. Not since her mother has passed. Truth be told they hadn't ever really gotten along before she died, but after he just became absolutely unbearable!

A laugh erupted from the crowd.

Wait, what did he say?

Holly tried to forget about her father and focus on the show until her father walked into the room.

Cursing the world Holly looked around desperately and on the ledge she saw a rabbit mask, just lying there. She reached up carefully and grabbed it slipping it over her face. The man didn't notice so she calmly made her was out of the fleet hall.

"How am I supposed to have a good time if I'm always running from my father!" She grumbled.

She slipped into the bathroom and fixed her hair, carefully applied some lipstick, and straightened the mask she'd... borrowed...

Holly stepped out of the ladies room scanning the room for her father.

Satisfied that he wasn't there she walked into the Atrium once again. People were chatting about the usual things spoken about at such occasions, small talk that no one really remembers later that afternoon, when the brandy was gone, and the dances were over

"Hello again." Holly turned to see the man from before. "It's wonderful to see you again."

"You too." She replied with a playful smirk.

"I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name." She smiled at his question.

"That's because I didn't give it to you, and isn't it proper for someone to give their own name before asking for someone else?"

He laughed, "Its Brendon Riles, so now you are...?"

"Holly, Holly Anna Shore. Pleased to meet you Brendon."

She and Brendon spent the night together, talking, shopping, and dancing.

Brendon wanted to be an artist, he showed Holly some on his work, and she thought it was wonderful, but he seemed to think she was just being nice. She spent some time trying to convince him, but it didn't do much good.

"So what do you want to do?"

Holly swallowed and turned from him. "Oh, it's silly."

"Come on what?"

She took a deep breath. "Well, I wanna be a singer."

Brendon smiled. "Really?"

Holly sighed. "Sounds silly doesn't it."

Brendon shook his head. "Naw, I don't think so, but what's stoppin' you?"

"Huh?"

He shrugged. "You know, why not go for it?"

"Well, what if I'm not good enough?" Holy asked tilting her head.

"You'll never know if you don't try."

Holly stared at the ceiling. "Well, it's not just that..."

"Well, what is it?"

Holly took off her mask for a moment tracing the eyes with her finger. "Well, it's my papa; he hates that sort of thing. He says that the singers in Rapture, you know, the woman 'n all are sluts. If I tried, he'd go ballistic..."

Brendon gave her confused look. "That's a bit overdoing it ain't it?"

Holly shrugged. "Maybe..."

Brendon gave her a thoughtful look, then smiled and took her hand. "Come on."

"Wh-what?"

"Trust me!" Brendon lead her to the Atrium, a band was playing on the stage, Brendon went up to them, and whispered something to them, they nodded.

"Sing."

Holly stared at him in shock. "What?"

"I know the band and they're willin' to play for you!"

"But I don't know what to sing!"

Brendon squeezed her hand to reassure her. "Just pick a song you know, you'll do great."

Holly looked into Brendon's face, and smiled. "All right."

After some time picking songs they finally picked 'Bei Mir Bist du Schön'

Holly took a moment to gather her courage then sang in public for the first time, her heart was pounding in her ears the whole time, and she found herself more focused on finishing the song rather than checking to see if she was getting the notes right. By the time the song was done she felt so light headed she thought she might faint. But then she heard the applause. It filled the Atrium, and gave Holly a wonderful feeling in her chest.

She sang a few more songs then thanked the band, jumped off the stage, and over to Brendon where she gave him a nice, long kiss.

Holly smiled, "Thank you."

He chuckled, "Thank you."

After a while spending time together, Holly realized how late it was.

"I've got to go..."

He nodded. "I guess... If you have to."

"But I do want to see you again!"

He smiled. "When, where?"

She found pen and wrote on his hand Poseidon Plaza, Rapture Records Thurs 6 "There can you remember that."

He smiled. "Think so." Then he kissed her. After a few wonderful moments he pulled back. "See you then."

She smiled and reluctantly started to head out... most of the people were gone, only a few couples and drunks remained.

Walking in a daze she was surprised to see her father and… Sander Cohen? He was leading him into 'Cohen's Collection'.

Holly carefully followed them into the gallery, when she entered she could hear her father.

"Are you finally going to tell me what the hell did you call me here for? I have better things to do then speak to a man like you."

"That's very interesting comin' from a man like you Mr. Shore." Wait, that wasn't Cohen, who was that?

"What? Sullivan? What... oh I see..."

The man Sullivan laughed. "I'm surprised you actually came, and alone at that."

"And I'm surprised both of you are on Andrew Ryan's pay roll. Well you won't get anything from me."

"We'll see, now why don't you just come along quietly or you can just spill what you got on Fontaine here and now."

It was then that Holly heard a loud roar of flame, and Cohen screaming. "What are you doing!"

Holly ran out to see the scene; her father's hand was red hot and flames were licking up arm, "Papa!"

Now that Holly was in the room she could see that there were three other men besides Cohen, Sullivan, and Holly's father. All armed.

All eyes turned to her and the last thing Holly saw was he father looking back at her in horror, and the three other men opening fire on the both of them.

Sullivan cursed and shook his head, it wasn't supposed to be like this, Shore wasn't supposed to cause a ruckus, and his kid wasn't supposed to be there. He'd done a lot of things we wasn't proud of, and this wasn't the worst, but he wasn't sure how much more of this he was willing to take.

Cohen was cursing up a storm over a painting that had been caught in the crossfire; like he didn't even see the bodies of Shore and his girl.

He had run in front of her and taken most of the hits, but both of them... when she came out they thought she might have been one of Fontaine's thugs. They had already killed them both when they realized it was only an unarmed girl, probably not even eighteen years old...

Cohen finally looked down at the bodies. "What a mess." Then Cohen looked over a little ways from them and saw the mask the girl had been wearing that had fallen off when she hit the floor. "Ah! I was wondering where this went." he proclaimed wiping some blood off the mask with a handkerchief. He then turned to Sullivan. "Be sure to clean this up, the last thing I need are corpses stinking up my gallery." And with that he left, the bastard actually whistled while strolling away.