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The crowd cheered her on, as she twirled about on the brightly lit stage in her colorful garments. She was fueled by them, by the excitement, the music, and her feet just couldn't stop. She knew this was what she wanted, the freedom to entertain and feel the vigor of the people as they looked on. As she performed her final move, the crowd erupted, and even the goats in the distance were bleating. "Bravo, maginifico!" The lyrical voice of a Muse said as he stepped on stage and gave the performer a clap on the back before leading her off stage. The wind was knocked out of the young girl, as she tried to catch her breath, but the sparkle in her eyes remained. The day came and went, and brought forth a fresh morning. The young girl, known to her friends as 'Sing-Song' for her lyrical way of talking, had wanted to be a Muse since she first heard of them. The very thrill of making others happy, cheering her on as she danced or sang up on stage, basking in the limelight.. that's all she could ever dream of! As soon as she was able, she moved out to the golden, opportunistic land of Buya, and constantly spent her days by the abandoned stage. Sing-Song heard of the Muse auditions, and was determined to prove herself to become a Muse. Her path was straightforward, and she would not look back. After the following night of her performance, the Muse who showed her offstage took her under his guiding wing. Sing-Song was more than thrilled, and studied night and day, engrossing herself into Musedom. When the day finally came to be tested, in Buyan's small theatre, she nailed every question they could throw at her. Before she knew it, she was up in the treehouse, surrounded by the most wonderful people. However, the most peculiar thing happened to Sing-Song a few days after her Musification. At first it couldn't be explained, it was an occasional burst of song here, or a random tap-tap of feet there. She would dream of goats and stardrops, and after a while, her sing-song voice became all about singing, she failed to speak normally. o/` 'What's happening to me?' o/` She thought, yet even her thoughts consisted of musical notes. The other Muses thought it quite funny, but did not think too much into it or say anything to help. Sing-Song was wondering if she was sick, or coming down with something unusual. Whenever she'd ask about it, a Muse would simply smile or laugh, or tell her not to worry. Singing was only the beginning, though, soon her walk had a pep in its step, until it consisted of skipping and frolicking everywhere she went! She was certain something was coming over her, and yet no Muse looked at her differently. The Maestra entered the treehouse, the first time Sing-Song had ever seen her. As she looked in the Maestra's direction, the elderess took note of Sing-Song's sadness and, having overheard her trouble around the treehouse, she ambled over. "What's wrong, Sing-Song?" The Maestra said, though her small little rhyme made her giggle a bit. "I can't help but siiiiing o/`," the young girl lyricized, shaking her head. "And let me guess," the Maestra said, smiling comfortingly. "You can't help but dance too, right?" Sing-Song looked up, wide-eyed and nodding, wondering how the Maestra knew about this. "Oh Sing-Song, you have nothing to worry about! That sort of thing happens to everyone. For once you are a Muse, you're always a Muse!" : Innysus : | |