Sing!

Chapter Nineteen: Breaking Point

MUSIC IS PROUD, TEMPERAMENTAL MISTRESS. GIVER HER THE TIME SNE ATTENTION HE DESERVES ANS SHE IS YOURS. SLIGHT HER AND THERE WILL COME A DAT WHEN YOU CALL AND SHE WILL NOT ANSWER. SO I BEGAN SLEEPING LESS TO GIVE HER THE TIME SHE NEEDED.

|Patrick Rothfuss|

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If anyone knew how to bake a cake it was Snow; she made the most special cakes of anyone around town. From her run-down house, from inside the graffiti-adorned walls, she made cakes fit for royalty. For Snow, the "royalty" were the kids of her estate, the ones growing up on food-stamps and love. Whatever spare money she had it went to buy ingredients; whatever spare time she had it went to baking cakes and cookies.

A stunning ombré rosette cake with layers of red velvet sponge and then sprinkled with sugar dust. This was then succeeded by an absolutely dreamy and sophisticated coconut cake, iced with coconut frosting, generously covered with a handful or two of coconut shavings and finally bedecked with a champagne-coloured satin bow at the base. Next up was a cinnamon spiced apple cake drizzled on top with luscious caramel sauce, as bourbon-laced brown sugar buttercream oozed in between. And last but not ever least, the topmost was a double tier vanilla and almond cake with the bottom tier enclosed in edible silver leaf and adorned with a single sugar magnolia to honour the name of their beloved town.

Snow sat at the counter, finishing her decorative cakes as she reminded Iduna of their past. The two were smiling as the memories came to their head. Memories of high school and their own Sing.

"Me and Belle Write get's up on stage and we do the finally 1962 show, and we remembered it," Snow stated astonishingly as she remembered her and Belle dancing to their own choreography from 1962. Snow stood up, showing Iduna the dance and song which made her laugh at her friend's ridiculous behaviour, "we were peeing, we were laughing so hard," Snow laughed as she remembered. Calming herself, Snow began to remember that this would be the last performance, "then somebody then reminds us its the last one," Snow bawled as she sat back on her seat."People tell me that Elsa did a great job with the seniors," Snow expressed with a grin as she stood back up and collected her own belongings.

"Is that so?" Iduna queried as she stiffened at the mention of her oldest daughter. The two had not spoken to each other since their argument. Not that Iduna had tried to speak to her, she wasn't given a choice. Elsa was always busy rehearsing throughout the night and left early in the morning. Iduna never saw her anymore.

"What, she doesn't tell you?" Snow questioned with concern.

Iduna shook her head. Sighing, Iduna returned to her work, while she collected her last cake, "they're working very hard," Snow asserted as she made her way towards her friend again, "Iduna you have been an angel as always," she complimented as Iduna smiled towards her, "I've got to get this over to the school," Snow stated as Iduna placed cutlery into Snow's bag.

"I'll see you there tonight," Snow chimed as she began to make her way out.

"Oh, I don't know," Iduna murmured.

"Don't talk nonsense," Snow exclaimed towards her best friend as she finally made her way out towards the cool air.

Sighing, Iduna took a sip from her mug. Thought's of Sing and Elsa entered her mind and she contemplated on going.

On the other side of the door, stood Elsa. Taking a deep breath, Elsa entered the diner. Spotting her mother, Elsa cautiously made her way towards her. Elsa was nervous. This was her first time to talk to her mother since the incident. Elsa didn't know how she was to act.

"I bought you your tickets," Elsa announced as she held out two tickets towards her mother. One for Iduna the other for Rodger, "seven thirty," Elsa informed her as she placed the tickets on the counter.

"Sold out?" Iduna sought as she glanced towards her daughter.

Elsa smile spread across her face. Pride filled her "we're packed," she publicized as she reminded herself with the number of tickets she had sold, "set a record. At least we're going with a bang," Elsa beamed as the pride still ran through her veins, "so here are your tickets."

Iduna glanced towards the tickets, "maybe you want to give those to someone who can use them," she advised towards her daughter as she came to her conclusion.

"Did you get other seats?" Elsa questioned with eagerness.

"No," Elsa's heart stopped, "I just have a lot of things to do here," Elsa couldn't believe what her own mother was saying. She wasn't coming. Her own mother would rather sit at work then watch her daughter's performance. Everything Elsa had worked hard for, "I decided."

Iduna turned away, sorting something as she refused to look into her daughter's eyes. Elsa turned away gradually, still processing what her mother had concluded. pa

That was Elsa's breaking point for her patience. At that moment, Elsa was blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. Anger boiled deep in her system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and Elsa knew it was too much for me to handle. The pressure of this raging sea of anger would force her to express thoughts she had suppressed for weeks.

Turning swiftly Elsa slammed the two tickets against the counter, causing her mother to jump at her aggressive actions.