Role

Chapter 1

Let's be clear about something: It was never going to work.
I had an unremarkable voice. It's worse now, of course, from
all the bones that have gone down the gullet, but that's
beside the point. The point is that it was never going to work.

My father's dream, my mother's dream, the strummers and singers
of the family. They're disappointed, I imagine, especially after
the unpleasantness, but really they should have known better, no?

I need to make something else clear: It was not a total waste
and I regret nothing, certainly some of the others do, but not me.
It gave me a chance to find the music within and that has been
so much more rewarding than the music without.

The love of dance, the joy of movement, whatever you call it
is within me, defines me, dictates my every decision, thrusts
me onto the crags of beauty and emotion such that I can hardly
contain myself.

That music, that wonderful, terrible beat, you know. Can you
hear it?

Oh, oh, another thing to make clear: I didn't "eat" her, I only
ate some parts of her. There was plenty left for the family to
bury.