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The Audition

January 1865

Annabel sat huddled over at her dressing table with the envelope in her hand. It was encased in gold and contained a bright red imprint on top of the little paper flap. She was trembling, her hands resisting taking hold of the large rectangular paper casing.

Could this be possible? Did the Manager really see potential in her? How could this be? How did he know her voice? She couldn’t recall ever encountering him or being in his presence before.

He certainly must have heard her somewhere, she just didn’t know where.

Annabel started opening the envelope with caution as if it were made of glass. She pulled out the piece of paper. It read:

Dear Miss Fiori