Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 13:17:46 GMT -8
She had done it, Sian stood on the steps to Lord British's Conservatory of Music and Theater with complete certification in her craft, honors in voice, instrument and composition; she had finished top of her class. Rumors of her having cut out the tongue of the one professor most vocal against her style of expression may have helped in the final voting but no could deny her musical ability, and she had the credentials to prove it. She should be elated, she should be out at the reception with all the other students gloating over her success... Sian felt like shit, her hands were shaking, her mind was racing and she couldn't hold down water let alone food and drink. All Sian could think about was the white haired lady sitting on a mountain of snow.
Sian had visited the bank, clearing it out along with her dorm room, every item she owned, every coin she had to her name was in the pack at her feet. Instead of making her way to a grand opera house to begin the life of a diva, Sian Taliesan exited down stage, wound her way through the streets of Britain to the moongate and the solitude and isolation of Istas.
Final Submission for Performance by another Student
Vitas - Crane's Crying
Sian had visited the bank, clearing it out along with her dorm room, every item she owned, every coin she had to her name was in the pack at her feet. Instead of making her way to a grand opera house to begin the life of a diva, Sian Taliesan exited down stage, wound her way through the streets of Britain to the moongate and the solitude and isolation of Istas.
Final Submission for Performance by another Student
Vitas - Crane's Crying