His Melody (Complete)

Chapter 1

A young girl looks sadly at the ground as she shies behind her two parents, her head cast downward. It had been a long journey, the three were now on Coney island, and possibly all of them were exhausted. Two were only exhausted physically, another was exhausted mentally. She started to sing softly, going against the warnings of her parents, who were in earshot.
"Melodie what are you doing?"
"I'm singing father."
"Melodie what have me and your mother told you about singing? It is very dangerous for a girl your age. Please don't do it again."
Melodie groaned. It wasn't fair. "But it isn't fair. How come you praise mother for it and always scold me?"
"Because Your mother didn't know any better! She was deceived my a hurtful and selfish man because of her voice! I don't want the same to happen to you Melodie."
"You don't know anything!" Melodie rose her voice in a frustrated manner.
Tears started to appear in her eyes. Melodie hated when her father would yell at her. All she wanted to do was sing and her father was stopping her.
"MELODIE.."
"Gleb stop." Christine spoke up.
Melodie turned away from her father, Gleb. She didn't want to look at him, she was hurting. She hummed once again, defying her father. She was tired of backing down. "Sometimes I wish you were dead," Melodie grumbled bitterly.
"Melodie, you don't think that." Christine spoke almost in tears at her daughter's behavior.
"YES I DO! I'm tired of being told what to and not to do. I am my own person and I don't need you both." She spoke with hatred in her voice.
"One day I will run far away from here and become famous with my voice, and hopefully never see you ever again."
A young man around twenty five had overheard the conversation and he walked over to the family. He decided to break the unwanted tension. "I can see your daughter is getting stressed and irritable. How about I take her away for awhile, show her around Coney and Phantasma, let her calm down. She appears to be old enough to get irritated by you two breathing down her neck."
Melodie blinked in surprise. "Who are you, anyway?" Her voice held an air of annoyance.
"Sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Auguste. I work for the man who built this place," the twenty five year old uttered, then turning to Gleb and Christine. "If I may, I will help her calm down."
"If you promise to be back before eight tonight." Christine spoke.
"That seems like enough time.'
"Well have a good time, Melodie don't be rude." Gleb said.
"Good bye Monsieur and Mademoiselle." The young man said leading Melodie down the road to the Opening gates of Phantasma.
Auguste walked with Melodie to Phantasma, making sure that he was leading her in the right direction. "So I heard you're forbidden to sing?" Auguste inquired.
Melodie nodded sadly, "Yes, tragically."
"Well, I'm certain my employer would like to meet you in that case. He knows a thing or two about music."
"Who is this employer?"
"Mr.Y"
"The man who build this place?" she said with a shocked smile on her face. Ever since she came to Coney Island she fell in love with America and its wonders.
"I will introduce you to him. Do you see that tower, high above Phantasma?" Auguste inquired.
Melodie nodded.