Melonie is currently wandering the gardens, looking for a short, chatty little teenager. She had decided to heed Felicity’s advice and officially add lyrics to her piece for the festival. She had sung them, as well, but was ready to scrap the entire project. Although Alpha Abrahms certainly seemed to enjoy her voice, Melonie did not. But with only two days left for submission, Melonie was not willing to go down that road. The alternative result could be much worse.
She felt like she was wandering the grounds for ages before spotting her target. Felicity was crouched down, waving her hands as if telling stories to some of the little kids. Some of them screamed while others laughed as she chased them around a bush. Felicity was grinning, clearly happy to spend time with them. Melonie hesita
