A few months after the "Maidenfield Incident"...
Violet is now back at CH Postal. Violet has currently just been doing small-time jobs around the city of Leiden. She hasn't taken any requests out of the city because of stress from the previous event...
Crestfallen Ballroom, an unspecified time at night...
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(Small Note: I know that in the picture it's daytime, but there's only so much I can do. The picture's just so you know what the ballroom looks like. But remember...it's not day...it's night. Thank you.)
Two metal hands held a vinyl LP record. The hands put down the large disc and set it into the record player.
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Then, the right hand placed the stylus (needle) onto the disc. The turntable on which the disc was on started to spin slowly. The stylus scratched on the disc at first. But then, music started to fill the ballroom...
(Small Note: Let the music play in the background as you read.)
She didn't know why, but she felt her head sway to the humming in the music. Soon, her feet moved on their own. Slowly, she walked towards the dance floor. She was entranced by whatever this was...for she did not know what to call it. She was confused and amazed at the same time.
' What is this? What is this I feel?' she wondered.
She waited for something. Waited for...
(Singing starts...)
A young Doll of 19 twirled elegantly across the dance floor, her feet moving to the pretty French words of which she couldn't understand. She swayed herself back and forth following the beautiful music. New emotions lifted her weary heart. She let her feet slide across the floor. It felt right to her.
She took off her braids to feel her golden hair dance freely. Her feet stepped slowly to the left, then to the right. Then, another little twirl.
Her dance was not one of class or for show. This was for her, this much she knew.
As she danced, no longer did she feel shackled by the weight of her metal hands. They felt weightless. They felt real. And she moved them as delicately as she could to the beating of her own heart. Swaying like a delicate flower in the wind. Like a violet flower.
