
But then she sees a photo of her hero, of the man himself, and for a brief moment she is transported back to the concert hall, the finale of American Idol, and she soars, it's her moment, She Can Sing. She engages a singing master but her voice is just not good enough for her to perform live and it seems all is lost. Simon Svengali dies and without his magic hypnosis and autotune, Trilby finds she cannot sing at all.

I will have to find another girl, one who will not defy me in the end. I am a pimp then, a pimp with my girls,īut she betrayed me. Perhaps I will find another little protegee, a string of them. Soon she is playing in larger clubs and gets more money and I make more money. I take the money, she sings more excreble nonsense and always they pay and she gives me half.


I taught her phrase by phrase, she was my instrument. A good voice, but that won't make a great singer. "They will not let me play myself, but I can teach, I taught the girl to sing, she was nothing by herself.
