Canine, and she, along with an Afghan hound named Slyvie, had to come to the Canine around the same time as Jenna. They worked alongside her, with the two dogs being the designers.

   "Are they gone, Dixie?" She asked weakly, shifting a bit on the couch.

   "Yes, they are." She then clapped her paws together, "Oh, Jenna, you were absolutely wonderful this evening!"

   "Yes, dearie, you surprised everyone." Said Slyvie, "You must tell us where you obtained such a beautiful voice."

   "I don't know, Slyvie. She might not be feeling too well."

   "Don't worry Dixie," The husky replied, sitting up on the couch, "I'm fine. I guess I was overcome by all the applause. I wasn't expecting them to cheer me that much."

   "I was!" replied the show dog, "I mean, you deserved it. That was incredible."

   "Yes, dearie, I'm very proud of you," Sylvie said, as she sat down next to the show dog. "Will you be joining us in the Grand Foyer for the party?"

   "Thank you, girls," Jenna smiled, "But, I think I'm going to need some rest. I'm a tad exhausted."

   "Come on Slyvie, let's give her some privacy. See you tomorrow, Jen." Dixie replied. It was clear that she wanted to learn where Jenna had managed to get such an incredible voice. However, they respected their friend too much, and assumed it was private. So, they left her some flowers on her desk and walked out.

   Now, most of the dogs in the audience were somewhat familiar with the name Daae, and some had heard of the famed violinist from Alaska, but of course, only very few people knew about her past. Where had this unknown dog come from, and why did she all of a sudden come out to perform with such an incredible voice? No one seemed to know the answer to this, but thankfully, I can now bring it to light.

   Jennifer Daae had come to the Opera Canine in search of a job, with an orange bandana around her neck, a few francs, and a small handbag around her chest. The acting-manager was in desperate need of a costume maker, and he was quite surprised that the daughter of one of Paris's greatest violinist's was to be in the Canine. He asked her if she would want to audition, yet she seemed to ignore his request, almost like she was disinterested in singing.

   This sort of "attitude" that she was giving off, this sort of (what the other workers called "sweet yet sour") way that she went about her work seemed to tick off some of the actors and actresses that wore her costumes. She was no doubt an excellent sewer, and even though she treated everyone with respect and kindness, she seemed to not wish to not be within the auditorium, and even when she was, she was mostly in the back of the theater, away from everyone else. This sort of distance she kept from the rest of the employees definitely made her unpopular with the actresses, as they thought of her being "stuck-up" and "too good" for the rest of them.

   You could guess that they were a tad jealous.

   The real reason is unknown; however, I'm quite sure it was due to the husky's overall appearance. Jenna was no doubt strikingly beautiful. Despite being born from a mostly red-orange colored husky mother, her fur had come out in a pure, rust-colored, almost ruby red color, which contrasted with her white, cream-colored underbelly. Her eyes were a light, chestnut brown, and her curly, bushy tail was always kept nicely combed. She had delicate little paws, and despite her large amount of fur, she had a somewhat lean, curved sort of look to her body that seemed rather uncommon with most huskies, which are built to brave the cold, harsh artic tundra of Alaska.

   She was certainly a peculiar sight to see, and no doubt some of the male workers couldn't help but not take their eyes off her.

   The question was though, why on earth would such a pretty, little creature like Jennifer Daae want to hide herself away from everyone else, away from the theater and the music and dancers and the breathtaking, joyful fulfillment that one could get from having experienced the wonder and power that was the Opera?

   No doubt it was due to her Father: Gustave Charles Daae, a dark, brown husky born in a small village in Alaska known as Nome, which was also where he met his lover, Maria Kristin Daae, the red-orange husky that I had mentioned before. Maria had met her Father after listening to him play his violin, which was what he was known for. No other dog in the town had really desired to play such music, why, for the most part, the beauty of classical music was not familiar to these rustic, Alaskan villagers. However, once Gustave began playing his instrument, the entirety of Nome would fall silent, almost like the beauty of his pieces (which he wrote himself) would cause the entire world to stop. Some said that when he would play, the fierce, blizzard like winds of the North would calm themselves once he strung his bow graciously over the violin strings.

   Maria found him playing in his regular spot, on the roof of his house. The two instantly fell in love, due to the fact that Maria had a brilliant singing voice, and they were soon married shortly afterward. A few months after they had been wed, the husky mother gave birth to Jenna. However, Maria had contracted some sort of unknown illness, which caused her to die when Jenna turned 2, leaving her orange bandana to the young husky, which she has kept since then.

   Despite the absence of her mother, Jenna was still raised by her father the way she would have wanted Jenna to be raised. Due to their musical pasts, Gustave brought his daughter up on what he was taught, and proceeded to become her teacher. Once Jenna had turned 5, the Father and daughter went on a long journey to France, where they placed themselves in a small house in the town of Perros-Guirec, which was about 300 miles outside of Paris.

   Once Jenna had turned the age of 8, Gustave had the brilliant idea to take Jenna along with him whenever he toured the country of France, performing his works to the people of different towns and villages, mostly during weddings, parties, and festivals. Due to the husky daughter singing along with her father's playing, the husky violinist soon gained a well-deserved reputation from the dogs of France as being one of the best violinists that Paris had ever heard.

   This was also the time when the Father started to cough during his performances.

   It was unknown to him, but it seemed he had contracted the same illness that his wife had caught, and he soon became far too weak to play his violin anymore. After several months of becoming ill, the violinist soon became bedridden, with their nanny Madame Valerie and his daughter, who was extremely worried for the health of her Father. She prayed for him to get well, but her prayers went unanswered, as Gustave Daae passed away August 22nd, 1874, when Jenna was at the age of 10. He was buried in the cemetery of the Church of Saint-Jacques in Perros-Guirec.

   With her Father now gone, Jenna was soon taken into custody by Madame Valerie, who wished to encourage the young girl into the world of music, much like her Father had. She made arrangements for the husky to attend the Paris Conservatorium, one of the most pristine art schools in France. However, the teachers and students of the school seemed to notice a strange aura about the then teenage Jenna, who didn't seem to have much interest in the arts of music and theater. She refused to sing, and her acting wasn't all that great, despite her musical upbringing and her Father's popularity. It all seemed confusing, as many of the teachers had thought that the daughter of one of the best musicians in Paris refused to be a part of the musical world. To their disappointment, the husky seemed to no longer care for the music she once loved, and she dropped out of the Conservatorium when she turned 19.

   Something must have happened to the husky, as this aura that I described seemed to stem from a possible sign of depression. However, it was concluded by Madame Valeria that when Gustave died, her love for music and her voice died along with it. It was true that Valeria did try her best to give all she could to the husky, to try and get her back on her feet, but it was all for naught. She couldn't encourage Jenna like her Father had, no matter what she did. It just wasn't the same.

   When Jenna turned the age of 20, she was old enough to finally move out of her Father's home and Madame Valeria, and rented a small apartment by herself. During this time, Jenna was in desperate need for a job, and was unable to find one, since none of them had peaked her interests. Ironically, whilst out on a small walk near the Rue Auber, she found herself in front of the façade of the Opera Canine, and was completely awestruck. She knew that the Opera House was under construction when she was younger, yet she never thought anything of it. Now, it felt like the gods had created something just for her, almost like it was calling to her, beckoning her to enter its majesty, and become one with its glory.

   She couldn't help but hold back the tears in her eyes when she discovered the Canine was completed only a year after her Father passed.

   However, her courage and enthusiasm wasn't exactly all there, and due to her neglect of music, her ears drooped sadly when she practiced in front of the bathroom mirror, as