Author's note: We go on with Adrift Song! Jay! XD Boy, am glad to be back in the frying pane and specially with such chapter which I hope you really like. The characters of the PO are not mine but Mss Gonzalo, Madame Price, Mr Gonzalo and Charlie are.

Songs are property of S. McLachlan and Elvis Costello.

Enjoy!

6. The Wild Rose

Christine followed the old lady into a room and Madame Price started working on her. She really enjoyed being there, making a dress for the young girl but Margaret Price had a goddess as mistress so Christine was just an aperitif.

"My Madam is beautiful, miss. Is not that you are not beautiful but no one is like her. Calm, thoughtful, will of iron and a gold of heart. She is my inspiration." The tailor did a few drawings, took some measures and then started working on a chair. "You can go and have a walk around while I sew this. There is no rush."

"Is there any place where I can eat?" She was starving.

"Course. Tell the butler and he will bring you anything you like."

The young girl decided to walk around the house to have a better idea of her mysterious new friend. All the portraits, the light, the colours. Joy floated around as a perfume and laughter came from the garden. But there was also another sound. One more beautiful. One far more better than all the angels of the theatre. A guitar and a woman's voice that could perfectly be from a goddess. So tender, so sweet, so full of spirit and strength. A voice to fall in love with.

"Its not that usual when everything is beautiful
Its just another ordinary miracle today

The sky knows when its time to snow
You dont need to teach a seed to grow
Its just another ordinary miracle today

Life is like a gift they say
Wrapped up for you everyday
Open up and find a way
To give some of your own

Isnt it remarkable?
Like every time a raindrop falls
Its just another ordinary miracle today

Birds in winter have their fling
And always make it home by spring
Its just another ordinary miracle today

When you wake up everyday
Please dont throw your dreams away
Hold them close to your heart
Cause we are all a part
Of the ordinary miracle

Ordinary miracle
Do you want to see a miracle?

Its seems so exceptional
Things just work out after all
Its just another ordinary miracle today

The sun comes up and shines so bright
It disappears again at night
Its just another ordinary miracle today

Its just another ordinary miracle today"

Christine open a slid of the door at the end of the corridor and saw the most beautiful woman ever. Her long brown her was tied softly into a braid, her eyes shone like a pair of stars and every corner of her body was soft and loveable. A mother and wife in all its meanings but with a wilderness no one could tame.

Mr Gonzalo had not just married a lady, he had married a wild rose with all its beauty untouched.

And that song…

So pure, so optimistic, so full of light. She could beat Carlotta with ease, and not just sunk her into the mud but bury the mad singer into the deepest pit in the world.

Christine wondered if she could ever be like her when she heard Madame Price calling her. The girl went back to the room without noticing the small garden spider in the beam. The little insect went inside the room and nicely landed on her mistress hand. Madame Gonzalo and her friend Charlie knew exactly how to help the little Lotte.

"She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh she"

Mss Gonzalo and her husband are of my oldest of characters and I love both.

Time to prepare the evening show!

Next stop: Let the Music Play