She softly strummed her cello and thought back, back before her parents succumbed to the plague. Their death had changed her life forever. No longer did she live in the lap of luxury for her caretaker had gambled her inheritance and put her in this horrible orphanage. The only thing she had managed to save was this, her precious cello. She had learned to play before they had died and was the only thing she was good at. One day she dreamed she would play in the grand philharmonic but no one would ever notice her, a petty orphan. Again she softly strummed the cello and thought, "why does everyone always ignore me?" But she had always known that her sheepish voice and timid character was her real problem. She then looked around to see her envious bunkmates watching her practice. They asked her to play a song for them and she quickly thought of her favorite "Polonaise" by Chopin and began to strum. They cheered when she finished and she thought, "maybe she could make it out there in the real world."