The outcome was indeed predictable, and such joy it brought to Cooper's face to see her dreams realized by the machination upon the stage.  Yet...while Daniella indeed beamed with such rapture on the inside for her impoverished friend, she had to keep her celebrations subtle on the outside.  For while many did clap and cheer their loudest for the scraggly youth, the only applause and admiration was among them, the working class and other fellow metalhearts, while the rich and the haughty....they could only roll their eyes and mutter their obscenities under heated, rancid breaths to the poor girl.  Such badmouthing it would not be Daniella's pleasure to partake in, surprised the rich hadn't erupted into boo's and jeers, her parents included.

Speaking of whom, their eyes were upon her; she could feel their cold, analyzing gaze boring into the back of her skull, and she dared not turn to face them, even when-

'[b]Daniella Reindheart[/b]'

It was her turn now.

[color=ed145b]~"Oh gods."~[/color]  Anxiously she breathed, the very mention of her name feeling like a punch that knocked the wind out of her.  She wobbled a bit standing, not a good impression when your bigoted parents were observing your every move, making sure you did nothing to besmirch and defile their golden name.  [color=ed145b]~"Well...here goes."~[/color]  She smiled to the others, to Max, to Marcella, and to Cooper.  [color=ed145b]~"I wish you all good luck, no matter where the threads of destiny lead you, and...I hope you'll wish me the same."~[/color]  A blush creeping across her porcelain cheeks.  It was time.  One last deep breath to steady her electrified nerves and onward she moved with boldness and confidence only one the name of Reindheart could muster, her stiletto heels clacking amidst the grim silence, the only sound as she took the stage and donned the helmet.