Did his parent not sell him to the man from the Opera? His youthful talent for singing was but a source of joy in an otherwise bleak world. He sang while he worked and he sang on the streets for extra money. It was not a big thing. Until the man discovered him and paid gold to his family for this scrawny boy whose head was filled with dreams. Dreams that did not include castration and did not include enslavement for the entertainment of others. How this rich carriage differs much from the one he was taken away in. He sits now on plush cushioned seats with luxurious fabrics. He is shelled in fine wood trimmed with quality bronze. But the road is uneven and muddy, just as it was back then. He remembers his journey, afraid, cold. In the back of a thatched cage, laying in hay and keeping warm with the dogs. He recalls how the man's possessions clattered on the hollow posts as the wheels turned over rough, rocky trail.