I’m at All-State… I’m one of the best sopranos in NY. It couldn’t get any cooler then that. After what seemed like an eternity, I got my room... number, my keys, my meal cards, my, ugh, fluorescent green nametag that must hang around my neck at ALL times. It glared ‘SAMANTHA’ in huge, black, letters, with a smaller ‘Schwartz’ underneath. Yummy- now the nerdy bassoon players wouldn’t even have to ask me my name before hitting on me. I lugged my bag towards my room, and collapsed on my bed. I was. . So I had 3 hours to kill what was I to do.. I sat there picturing the whole night as she dances and strips up on stage for everyone too see…9:30 approaches and I leave to go to the club.. I arrive at 5 to 10:00 and she greets me with my favorite drink escorts me to a special table and said sit and relax ill be on in 15 min.. I sipped my drink and the music changed to Closer and there she was she came right out on stage with confidence. She was wearing a sexy red mini with a tight red lace. ..? she screamed. The blow set her skin on fire. ?I asked you a question. What are you?? His hand made an arc and struck her other breast. ?I do not understand?? She said as tears began streaming down her cheeks. She lied. She knew. She knew what she was, what her body was telling her she was. It told her what she wanted to be. He slapped her again this time across the cheek. Spots of light filled her eyes.?Do not lie to me! Tell me what you are!? His voice shook her with it’s strength and. "Hunny!?" I called out. No answer. "Hunny!!?"I climbed out of the tub and put my robe around me. Walking out into the bedroom, I listened carefully, but did not hear anything. Slowly, I made my way thru the door of the bedroom and looked over the banister. A lamp had fallen off the table near the open window.I went downstairs and closed the window, then carefully cleaned up the broken pieces before returning upstairs. As I went into the bathroom, I noticed the bed covers had been pulled down..