The year 2038:
Rotti was sitting in the chair in the office, waiting to meet the woman Marni was bringing to audition. He had heard so many singers but none of them had been what he wanting. And Marni had promised he wouldn't regret giving her a chance.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in…" he called out, sliding out of the chair and getting to his feet.
The door opened and Marni walked in, leading a woman the same age as her. The first thing he noticed was how pretty Marni's friend was. Long dark curly hair, porcelain skin, a lovely face and a pair of bright blue eyes.
The second thing he noticed was the slim white cane she was holding. She was blind.
"Rotti… I'd like you to meet Magadalene. Magadalene Defoe" Marni said as they walked up to Rotti's desk.
"It's a pleasure to meet you" he said warmly. Maybe… just maybe… this was the one he was looking for.
"Finally we meet…" Mag said with a smile. "Marni has told me so much about you…" she added.
"All good I hope…" he said with a chuckle. "Of course…" she replied, a grin on her face. Even when speaking her voice had a pleasantly musical quality to it.
"Marni tells me you have quite the beautiful voice" Rotti said. Her cheeks went slightly pink at the complement. "She persuaded me to come audition for you…" Mag said softly, face turning towards Marni.
Marni smiled, putting a encouraging hand on her friends arm.
Rotti smiled and sat back down behind his desk. Marni stood next to the desk.
Mag cleared her throat, looking slightly nervous. However her voice when it came was pure, steady and clear.
"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs… and wakes imagination. Silently the senses… abandon the defenses…" she started to sing.
From the very first line, the beauty of her voice mesmerized him. Marni had not exaggerated. And at that moment he knew… he would help her to see… and use her talent for his own ends.
"Slowly, gently… night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it… tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your face away from cold unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night…"
His eyes were fixed on her as she continued to sing, voice gaining in strength as confidence.
"You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night…" she finished, drawing out the final note.
He stood up, starting to clap. Mag looked pleased but slightly embarrassed at the applause. Marni beamed proudly at her.
"That was wonderful… where did you learn to sing like that?" he asked.
"When I was 13 I lived in the same building as a retired music teacher" she said. "She gave me singing lessons. In return I used to read to her from books in braille… and note down her compositions. She always said even though I couldn't see… my music writing was neater than hers"
He chuckled and smiled. "Well she certainly taught you well. Magdalene… how would you like to be the new voice of GeneCo?"