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A useless talent.

But a child prodigy.

The voice of an angel, one of the greatest voices in all the Capitol, and possibly across the Districts. One that touched many, but to me was practically useless. What good was a voice?

A tinge of jealousy has always run through my veins towards my brother. Talented and climbed the ladder quickly, even with rage boiling through his blood. My fiery hair doesn't induce temper, but nothing but obedience. A life full of please, thank yous, and yes sirs. So when mother and father told me that I must perform for the good of the family-

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't say no.

Useless. That is what I am. I donate what I can to those who need it. Wishing that I could do more, knowing that I can't actually make a difference. So I stay waiting.

Wanting for something more.

Standing on stage, a fake smile plastered on my face, for them.

But it'll never be enough.