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A sweet melody drifts from the room, fluttering through the air and into the ears of those listening. The choir sang, the beautiful latin flowing off of their lips making the piano sound dull. She stepped from the choir, her long reddish blonde hair following like a filtery cape. She removed the microphone from the stand, and began her solo. The song carried on, until strict footsteps sounded in the hallway. The piano stopped with a hard sounding stamp on the keys. The choir stopped and stared at the doors, and ripples of whispers hissed through. "What does the dean want?" they whisper. "Who's in trouble?" they asked. She stood there alone, taking a deep breathe from her lengthy note. "I'll get it" she said in her melodically low voice. She opened the door dramatically, and the dean stepped through. His inquiring grey eyes looked down at her, for she was at least two feet below him. Of course everyone was, the dean was an abnormally tall introverted man with the face of a statue. "Ms. Cardinal you're needed in the office," he said handing her a blue slip. The dean turned around and stalked off in his stiff manner. She crooned her neck into the office, before tip tapping her way down the sets of stairs and into the large office. A kind looking woman stood by the white countertop, her thin black hair tied into a tight bun. "Hello, Ms. Cardinal I'm here to take you to an urgent appointment" she said in a sing-song voice. She looked at the woman with suspicious bluegreen eyes, "I don't remember making an appointment" she said. The woman tapped her fingernails on the counter impatiently, yet she still smiled. "Oh, but Ms. Cardinal you're parents want it to be a surprise" she said. She raised her reddish eyebrows, and looked at the office lady, who only nodded hastily and motioned to the door. "Best not be late" the lady was from wales and had an odd way of speaking. She walked towards the door, and the strange woman pushed it open, a hopeless smile tattooed on her face. The woman let her ponytail slip through her fingers, before allowing her into the black Mercedes. She sat down beside a strict looking man who looked at her with an inspective gaze. "Hello?" she tried to be friendly. The man grunted and tapped the drivers seat, and the car began to move. The woman had sat in the front seat, and was now pulling her hair from it's bun, and removing colored contacts from her eyes. "Ah, Car-Sama please relax..." the woman chuckled in a thick accent. The man beside her placed a bag over her head, and her vision went dark.
She awoke in the center of a dimly lit cement room. Four figures sat around her, their eyes dimly illuminated by the filtered light. Her vision was slightly blurred, since she had been asleep for quite the while.
