02: It All Started With A Tingle (Margo I)

Margaret “Margo” Harlow believed herself to be the greatest clarinettist ever born. Of course, her fellow clarinettists of the Academy's symphonic orchestra didn't think so – they were quite sure that she was the ultimate academic alpha-bitch.

Always flouting about about the countless contests she had entered as a child, as a teen and was participating in now. Always reminding that she was the head on the wooden wind instrument section of the orchestra despite being the youngest member of it and playing here only for a half a year before being promoted to the first clarinet. And she was getting private lessons by their famous conductor – no-one had proof, but everyone was quite sure there was no conducting happening in those private lessons if the eyes she was staring at Mr Thorn during the rehearsals was anything to go by.

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Nevertheless, Margo believed herself to be quite perfect human being. Talent, love, caring family, or money – name it, she had it all.

So, naturally, when she felt a weird tingle in her chest, she just thought that the famous love syndrome of Stomach Butterflies just was a bit different to her. It was only natural to get a tingle of nervousness before going on a date with handsome conductor Mr Thorn. No worries, no worries, she said herself.

But the tingle intensified. And Margo started to get worried.

Was she ill? Was she... God forbid it, pregnant? Hope not. She was just twenty-one, she was way too young for a child, but if it was the case, then she was sure that Mr Thorn would take the responsibility. And, yes, those, who believed that the private lessons weren't really private lessons, were right, even if she would never say so if asked.

Another tingle; Margo fell down on her bedroom floor and gasped for air as sudden bright light engulfed her and left only a necklace, that Mr Thornhad gifted her a month ago, behind.