Music video prologue idea

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The light pierced through the window, a soft breeze ran past the crew and the gentle background noise of a the familiar violin continued to play as always, she awoke and opened her eyes, still in the world of a dream, still in a world where everything is possible, its not until you realise where you really are then the pain of reality slides back into focus, another day in the air, it’s a wonder that we are still flying its been days.
As she continued to look around she stumbled to her feet, peering outside there was not much to see just more cloud’s, ‘when will I ever get off this’ she wonders impatiently to her self,
Behind her a loud crashing should, she spun around startled, before her was a figure tall and magnificent in structure, the figure stepped towards her, stripped dress and the smell of many fine fragrances, dark curled hair. As she grew closer she lent down
‘Wake up Elizabeth you sleepy head, you will miss the briefing ‘. Veronica a high ranked member of the asylum.
Elizabeth followed as she left the room and into a long thin room only wide enough for single file, the room was stripped in colour and in need a decent wash, the usual squeaks which blended into the background where surprisingly loud today, Elizabeth though nothing of this and continued to follow Veronica.
They now entered one of the largest rooms, this room also with stripped walls but a room that stood out from the rest of them, it was ridden with treasures and important things to the crew, books, corsets and pistols where amongst some.
Elizabeth sat down, the last chair that was free and looked around, everyone was here, everyone of course except the captain who was obviously flying, at least Elizabeth hopped so. Everyone was here, this meant that there was something either seriously wrong or there was a big event going to happen and due to recent events Elizabeth thought a combination of the two would probably be right.
The violin was now getting louder, Elizabeth thought to her self only the pink violinist would show her self if something really important needed to be said, this made Elizabeth worried and a cold sweat began to cover her, a sudden silence quickly grew over the room as the outline of what Elizabeth thought was the violinist, the highest ranked asylum member, she came into focus and as she did Elizabeth had to remember to breath as she stared stunned at what was before her, this was an honour indeed. She stood before everyone in the room and placed her violin on the table next to her, the violin Elizabeth thought, the violin that powers the plane, only that violin is what keeps us in the air. Elizabeth looked up suddenly after being almost in a trance ‘
‘Asylum members, crew, crumpets and plague rats, I greet you all and pray you are still suffering, I have brought you both good and bad news, I shall firstly tell you the latter
We are on our final stretch, the final flight to our home to make things right, to the asylum, but it will not be easy we have many enemies, many threats, we will need you all working to the max, the rewards will be sweet my muffins, now go and drink your tea, you will need it.
She turned to go, stopping suddenly as she went, ‘ oh and muffins you make it back alive and you will be promoted, may suffering be with you’, she picked up her violin, curtsied and left the room.
Elizabeth thought to her self as everyone in the room spoke about the newly discovered news,
This was the final flight that everyone had spoke about, Elizabeth wondered if they would ever make it out alive, if she would ever see the beloved asylum again, she most certainly hoped so, if she made it back alive then she would officially be a member of the asylum, she had always dreamed of this, to be a crumpet to be a mistress.
Elizabeth looked around as everyone had now left, she was caught up in the moment, the daydream of what things to come, she proceeded to leave the room and to her post, the main asylum gunner.