Her heart, like a metronome buried within the confines of her chest, it beat frantic against her ribs, her dress rising and falling with every shaky, tumultuous breath she drew. The helmet was placed carefully upon her head, a rather snug fit mostly due to her voluminous fiery hair, but still the cold chill of metal upon skin causing every follicle on her being to stand erect. Twas quiet, the audience hushed and only two sounds remaining audible, the machine and her heart.
She knew she had their love and support, no matter what, her dearest friends, including Max, but the ever present fear in her gut continue to gnaw at her ravenously, a dreadful ache made worse by a second scrutinizing gaze from her mother and father.
There they were in the audience. Lucille, she wore the most elegant gown money could buy, adorned with such tacky, flouncy jewelry, and her father, Magnus, the mighty railroad baron, dressed in his sharpest suit, a gold monocle affixed over his left eye, his slightly balding hairline concealed by his silk top hat.
How typical of them to be dressed so gaudy. They just loved to boast their wealth, their power, and their ego about. In fact, it made the girl a slight ill to think of it. Softly, her eyes closed. She didn't want to see them, constantly gazing down at her from their perch in the balcony.
Finally...the whirring gears and buzzing circuits halted, a mechanical melody of encroaching fate culminating into the crescendo of a chiming bell.
She opened her eyes...and there it was, her destiny: SINGER