"If you believe in ever afters, in magic, in dreams come true, your life will be full of miracles. It will be anything but ordinary. All you need, is to have faith and open your eyes wider."
Often life isn't what it seems to be ....
Hazel Smith is...
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She took years to make and in all but moments , she was shattered.
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"Cindy, if you are trying to push me off the bench, it isn't working. It's giving me quite the 'edge of the seat' experience, though." Hazel said.
"Sorry." Cindy said, fiddling with the rings on her fingers, nervously.
" Cindy, stop squirming."
" I am not, you are!" Cindy snapped.
" Why not !" Hazel sighed.
The students in the music room chattered nervously, rehearsing their bits for the impending test. Their instructor, Madame Evelyn was not someone who they would like to cross. This was a most difficult task, as it turned out that she was extremely easy to offend.
" Bonjour , descendants." said Madame.
" Bonjour, Madame." the students chanted.
"A glass chalice will be placed in front of you. You succeed when a crack appears on the glass."
Agitated whispers echoed through the hall.
Almost cruelly , Madame Evelyn , called out the girl who looked the most giddy of them all (which wasn't Cindy, surprisingly)
The girl started off with a quavering voice and it took Madame a few seconds to send her away.
" Young lady , I can assure you that with that beginning, you will never reach the C ."
The remarks never stopped, in fact, they got more and more severe, with every examinee.
"Good gracious ! You are utterly discordant. Leave my sight, right now please !"
" I wouldn't call this singing . Bawling would be precise."
Finally, Cindy was summoned.
" Good luck !" Hazel whispered. Cindy nodded.
She walked up to the chalice and straightened her spine. Her eyes were firmly shut. Taking a deep breath, she began.
The notes were like the waves of an ocean of melody. They descended and ascended, gently. They brought along relief and melancholy. They seemed to unite the rhythm of each breath, each heart beat.
They slowly transcended. They rose and rose till they consumed every corner of the room. As they peaked, Hazel was deprived of her senses.
The applause deafened her , the next instant. Madame Evelyn wore a proud smile.
"Satisfactory." she announced.
Cindy gasped. She met Hazel's eyes and smiled with pure joy and accomplishment.
Their gazes fell down, almost together, to the chalice.
It was broken into small pieces. Completely shattered.
