Through the Walmart parking lot they came...

There was once a girl. Her name was April. Her family lived at the edge of a village. When she looked out her second floor window she could see the forest stretch for days. At nights after supper she would lean over her bed; watch the stars in the distance and wish many…

It doesn't matter to them if she can sing with a heart of gold or not. What matters is her red curly hair. If she can act, all the better, but they still don't care if she deserves a trophy for her starring role. What matters is her…