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Bidding Sakuya and Meiling farewell, I head back inside. Meiling gazes at me with something approaching pride, but stays silent. Not that she could really communicate anything to me on her own.
Dropping my boots by the door, I set off deeper into the mansion. So far, I’ve been mostly just stumbling my way between what few rooms I recognize, so some exploring is in order. It’s not very polite to just go barging into rooms unannounced, but no one has exactly given me the tour. Not that it would necessarily help me keep my bearings when the halls are so wonky. Well, I guess it’s fine if I just knock before entering, right?
The halls seem to stretch out endlessly before me as I wander about trying doors. Guestroom, guestroom, storeroom, wall, linen closet, pitfall… Wait, pitfall? One near miss later, I decide to just try the doors that look a bit different from the others. That narrows things down immensely.
Eventually, I come upon a grand set of double doors not much smaller than the ones out front. This particular hallway is largely devoid of other doors on this side for a ways, so I doubt this is Remilia’s room or anything. Still, it can’t hurt to knock. When there’s no answer, I pull it open.
The room beyond is only marginally smaller than the dining hall. Perhaps a dozen rows of seats curve around this side, descending out of view from the hall’s lights. Stepping in, a cool blue light pervades the room, not really coming from anywhere. Above and behind me hangs a balcony, while going from the middle to the far end is a raised wooden stage. A theatre?
The floorboards faintly protest as I descend toward the stage. Paying them no heed, I ascend the steps and gaze out at my audience of none.
This sure takes me back. When I was young, I recall learning a great deal about music. I’d like to think I was a pretty good singer and musician, sometimes even at the same time. I could usually even hit those difficult high notes. Unfortunately, I was a very timid child. I couldn’t perform in front of an audience, just my parents and teacher. It hurt to disappoint mother, to not be able to be strong like she was. I think that’s why I stopped.
I’m not the child I once was. I’ve grown and matured some. Somewhere along the way, I managed to lock my fear away. It’s not truly gone, but that doesn’t matter if I can keep it from affecting things. That’s what growing up is, right? Finding your voice? I’d say I have. Well, in a sense. Maybe I should ask someone where the mansion keeps its instruments.
I’m not sure how long I stay there, but when I leave, I’m feeling lighter than I have in a while.
Day 7: Sorry about the lack of choice point on this one. Today has been oh so tiring.