Ena~

The music from the ball is wild and wonderful. I want to join them, play my fiddle and striking up a lively tune. Everyone would be so happy, because this music is so slow, so boring.

But I can't.

My music makes people dance. When I start, I can't stop. They dance and dance until they faint from exaustion, and they dance in unconctiousness. 

However, even though I can't play music doesn't mean I can't go to the ball.

Grasping the handle for my fiddle's case, I take the dark alleyways en route to the palace. Very soon I'm at the front door.

"Halt!" says a soldier. There are two, both in large, highly polished armor- and armed. "Invitation only. And scum like you are not allowed."

Kicks are common from people, and I feel like dodging, but thoughts of my fiddle overwhelm me. I haven't played it since I tried on my first day on the streets. My fingers are itching.

I grab the bow.

I put the edge to my chin.

Wild, fast, and furious music pours out of my fiddle. The soldiers' faces turn from anger, to expressions that show wow, this is good music, to shock as they start dancing, to horror as they can't stop.

They start moving, farther and farther away from the doors. With great effort, I take the bow off of the strings and pack my instrument away. They try to run towards me, but their armor is too heavy. I walk through the doors, cool as you please.

First step. Cleanliness. I'm filthy. Mud and dirt clings to every part of my body. My hair looks like it's been used for five seperate birds' nests, and dry skin is peeling off all over.

I'm surprised the king doesn't have more guards inside his castle. I take a shower quickly and without any trouble. Boy, it feels good to be clean. I comb my hair, file my nails, and do everything to be as clean as I possibly can be.

Second step. Clothes. I can't go inside looking like a beggar. I need
to look like a maid, at least. I sneak into an old cupboard that is full
of dresses.

Yikes.

I shove on the plainest-looking dress I can find. I want to be presentable. I don't want to be noticed.

Third step. A place to hide my fiddle. Sneaking through the castle, I finally find a room that works: it's obviously locked tight, and it's even guarded. By a real guard.

Thinking fast, I say, "Hi. I'm a messenger for the King. He found this fiddle and he wants it locked up tight. May I be allowed in?"

"Do you know what's in here?" the guard asks gruffly.

Uh-oh. I don't know what to say. Plucking a word out of my randomness area, I guess, "A harp?"

"Uh-huh. Come in."

Whaaaa? Wow. Cool. I did it! I don't know what the odds were that I actually got that right! Holey guacamole! I could fly.

A small room is connected to a larger room. As I put my hand on the doorknob, I hear voices. 

"It-it's a beautiful instrument...."

Oh no! Someone's already in there! I don't know where to go, and I don't know where to hide. What am I to do?

In my panic, I step on the fringe of my dress. My shoe (I also grabbed them out of the cupboard) slipsand I find myself falling...

Clunk. Right into the door.