First Rose
[An accidental recording, as Angelina gathers her skirts to walk across the grass. Her gown is white and fair, an indicator of her fresh arrival. A red rose is tucked behind her ear to match her hair. She's humming 'London Bridge' to herself.]
London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, My Fair Lady...
[She pauses to smile.]
Well... If I have perceived correctly from the voices filtering through the garden, I can assume this is not Paradise. I do not count myself on one that belongs there anyhow. But I would like to know my companions at the very least.
Hello, who is there?
London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, My Fair Lady...
[She pauses to smile.]
Well... If I have perceived correctly from the voices filtering through the garden, I can assume this is not Paradise. I do not count myself on one that belongs there anyhow. But I would like to know my companions at the very least.
Hello, who is there?