The Dazzle of Gravity

It was a month after we were "defeated" by the Rainblooms or whatever they were called. In reality, it was only luck that those ignorant snobs had somehow overpowered us, for if Miss Sunshine hadn't come, if Sonata hadn't been the worst and could actually tried to get Sunset to feel bad enough to not come to the show, we would have won. Or if we could have screeched even louder to knock the microphone off that hill. It was all Sonata's fault. She probably didn't try at all! We could have kept voices and our dignity! But nooo. Adagio, Sonata and I packed our bags and moved to a tiny little city nearby. We were forced to move into the worst place possible: a three-bedroom apartment.

Adagio told us that we were lucky to find a big place like this. Given my horrible luck, we'll probably have to move into a dumpster! I never thought it was possible, but I now feel lonelier than ever.

Before our magic was stolen from us, I'd find any trace of hatred or chaos and snag it to strengthen my voice. I'd then sing a little back into Sonata and Aria's pendants to give them some energy.  I never really needed to, but I guess after living with the two dunces for a couple of centuries, we've begun to feel like family. After all, they are the only Sirens left in existence for all I know, and I (don't tell anyone) need their help. Our voice had become so strong, that with a little poem, we could have a small crowd as our temporary personal servants. When we performed on stage as the Dazzlings, we had people completely under our control. But then life slapped me in the face. I now know how it feels to be poor, clinging on to the small glimmer of hope that somehow, things will get better.