It seemed to be all but nothing. All I heard was the sound of my own breath, then silence... silence... silence.
It was a still night, as I lay asleep on the rich burgundy-leather chair. Each of every shallow breath caressed my lungs with the cold winter air. I was not awaken, but I was not still asleep. All I had experienced were another cold gust, waving my white-lace cloak around me as I stared into the coming light. It was a beautiful shade of ultraviolet-- a color to which would make an angel cry, a mortal as of myself would not stand a chance to, as it drew nearer and nearer to me, each breath colder, each blink brighter, each second faster. I could hear something-- a voice, a woman's voice, singing, singing nothing but an ooh, and a man's voice aswell, and another voice, and another, none of which doing the exact same thing. They appeared before me in a gust of chilling wind, with skin as white as ivory, and clothing even whiter. They were dancing in circles around me and tossing petals whiter than their skin and clothing had been. The light was coming faster, the seconds grew shorter, the voices higher, and higher, and higher... the light coming as fast as imaginable, and then a flash...


"Fantine! Fantine! Are you okay?!" a familiar voice cried out.
I was dizzy and confused. The earth was spinning around me. All I could see was colourful blur. I felt as if my soul had been pulled from my body, and then pushed back in. Every breath I took must have been shallow-- too much air and I might have fainted. All I managed to say was, "Where am I?" before someone else bursted into the scene.
"My god! Is she alright?" I heard an older man's voice say, "That was quite a fall there."
The world seemed to straighten out a bit. The familiar voice was Emma; I always would stand next to her in class. The older man was my voice teacher. I soon noticed everyone gathering around me, and shattered glass everywhere. One of the lights had fallen on me, causing me to fall off of the risers. I, of course, was still too dizzy and confused to know what happened at the time. I had forgotten to take shallow breaths, and I had fainted on the floor of the music room.


The next thing I knew I was in a cold, white room, an icepack resting on my head. I sat myself up, to see an aged, overweight woman at a desk say to me, "Strange day, wasn't it?"