Since she became an opera singer, she has developed a need to a perfect. Seeking treatments like electro therapy and other drastic measures for god knows why.

You knew this, you were her makeup artist and observed her behavior. She was quite in an unstable condition but there is no way she'd admit that. It was just an end to a performance, you hid behind the curtains to hear the chatter of others. Some complimenting her singing, others say you shouldn't be deceived by her "arcanist tricks."

But you didn't notice she was listening too, before you could say anything, she excused herself and ran off. Feeling guilty, you followed her as you try to muffle your steps. You can hear the cries of the singer as you came up behind her. Suprised, she stayed still for a few moments before suddenly hugged you thightly, tears running down her face.

"I tried the b-best i can.. why are they still aren't satisfied..? Am i not perfect enough..?" She sobbed quietly on your shoulder as you console her.