Here we come
A veteran of the intimate theater, Katie Chastain began her life in show-business as an orphan under the watchful eye of a gypsy organ grinder. By the age of four, Miss Chastain’s voice had an almost magical ability to mesmerize, and it was known to make weathered seamen cry.Read More
The child began performing in carnival tents and parlour rooms across the continent and soon drew the interest of Naumeni Yetachi, the infamous master of the Jakarta Illusionista Circus. In a deal struck behind closed doors, the young girl was whisked away with the Illusianista troupe, and before long, she began drawing large crowds across Europe with her ultraviolet voice and distinct red locks.
Katie grew increasingly uncomfortable with the growing crowds and inflated spectacle of the big top tent. She spent many months in a relentless cycle of road-weary performance, where her only friends were a worn book of Russian poetry and a sapient dragon by the name of Mr. Peaches. As a slave to the art that she loved, Katie eventually mustered up the courage to escape. One night on the outskirts of Budapest, before the penultimate performance for the reigning political party, Miss Chastain cut off her signature fire-red hair and donned a corduroy juggler’s suit before slipping into the night. When the spotlight shone for Katie’s show-closing number, the audience was met with an empty stage of silence.
For the next ten years, Katie’s whereabouts were unknown, and not a single note was heard. Rumors circulated that she performed behind a veil in the freezing winters of the old Russian republic, but in early 2007 she was spotted on a steamer vessel bound for New York.