Snippet #2619440

Angel could feel the stares of other but simply ignored them with her emotionless facade'. Ten years at this Academy and this was something that was common to the mid-teen. She rather let the curious stares watch her until their eyes grew bored over time. It was not long till she began another tune, gentle yet was filled with passion. Then she could feel the familiar presence beside her of the Principle of the Academy, perfect timing as usual. Carefully, Angel ended the tune and stood up to bow of her finished performance before letting the older man take over on his usual greetings speech.

The Principal stood by the stage and took the microphone. He cleared his throat and waited for a few seconds to grab everyone's attention.