IT WAS A RARE MOMENT when the famed soprano lingered in the auditorium after her mandatory practice, unsure what it was that kept her longer that day. normally she DREADED staying anywhere that reeked of the GENECO name for too long —— anxious to run from rotti largo’s shadow whenever she was given even a brief moment. alas, the lock on her cage forever remained intact, the singer trapped forever under the corrupt company’s reign. still, it was the MUSIC that would keep her going, unable to tear herself away from the passion that continued to make her life somewhat fulfilling.
THE FEMALE LARGO CROSSES THE STAGE, & instinct tells the soprano to run. the two did not have the greatest relationship, strained in due part from their own positions & the intrusive media. mag was not in the mood to be told off by the young largo today, their run ins always ending negatively despite her best efforts. but before she could sneak off the backdoor, she overhears the woman sing. beautifully so. eyelashes flutter in shock & awe —— the hand that hovered over the knob that would lead to her momentary freedom now drawing away. of course mag knew that the largo daughter could sing —— as it had been brought up in conversation before —— but she never had the privilege to hear her live. quiet steps are taken back to the right of the stage, waiting patiently to meet the young woman once her practice had finished.
“ AMBER. “ smooth tones laced with awe, cerulean irises flashing brightly as her lips curved into a soft smile. “ i didn’t realize you practiced here. you —— your voice is quite LOVELY my dear. i’m surprised i’ve never heard you before ! “
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