I quickly roll out from under the bed, breathing heavily. Did she see me? 

Our very own prima donna Tricia Mortz. What is she doing there? Underneath my room would be Mortimer's. The room we use for practice. What is she doing just singing there by herself? I shiver. 

I should confront her. But can I? should I? What if she had something to do with Mortimer's fall and Mikail's disappearance?  

I climb back onto my bed. She is still singing, the noise still echoing into my room. 

Why is she singing? 

I don't want to go confront her. I don't. But ... I should. I have to. What if she is the cause of things? She was very angry with Mortimer's lack of singing parts. Maybe it was revenge for that? Maybe she was working with the conductor. Was she that angry that she would do that? 

All these thoughts pulsate in my head, over and over. 

I don't want to confront her. I don't want to have to confront anybody. I just want to stay in my bed and do nothing. 

But what has my lack of confrontation ever got me? Where has it led? What has being complacent done? I've never got to play on stage, and now my violin is missing. Maybe taken away from me by my mentor, and for what? Being complacent? 

It's not like I haven't actually  not confronted somebody. I did after all speak my mind out at breakfast. It wasn't hard. But I was angry then. I definitely am not angry now. 

I jump out of bed. It doesn't matter if I am not angry though. It matters that I did do something then, and I  can do something now. 

I leave my room to confront her.