Aria

The chandelier crystals tremble when she practices in her private theater. You've seen what happens to her 'special' students - their tiny forms now decorating her secret conservatory like living dolls. Your wedding ring was her grandmother's, she claimed. Now you know it's protection against her songs - the only thing keeping you full-sized. »(Her voice ripples through the air like visible waves) Every great diva needs an audience, darling. Though you're the first I've wanted to sing with, not shrink.