In a land of beauty and privilege, there once lived a young woman who was heir to the Royal throne. Miss Alexandria Kensington had everything she ever wanted yet felt her life was missing it’s true meaning. She was expected to marry a young man, chosen by her Royal family, and carry on the legacy to one day be queen.
The Grande Masquerade Ball was quickly approaching, as was the night she would be engaged to Sir Jameson. Dozens of couture runway gowns were presented to Miss Kensington and she didn’t spot a single one that sparked her fancy. Alexandria rushed to her wardrobe and pulled out a black Vivienne Westwood gown and began cutting it to shreds. Embellishments of ruffled lace, ribbon and crystals were carefully added with fine detail, making an exquisite piece of her own. The clock struck midnight and Alexandria felt as if Tim Gunn were going to walk through the doorway and announce “Designers, time’s up.” Luckily she made it work, and was ready for her night on the runway, or rather her procession on the Royal Court.
The evening would seem magical to almost any girl, but Alexandria wanted something more. Happiness wasn't about wealth, power or privilege. It was love and freedom to live the life that eluded her. Alexandria found herself fixated on grandiose sounds from across the ballroom. She slipped away for a closer look and felt the music and lyrics resonate in her. The band was playing Coldplay's Viva La Vida, which somehow reminded her that the monarchy was ruling her life. Rock chords and classical strings blended a magical potion of love, romance, and inspiration to live life. She slipped out the back door to the veranda and spotted a white rabbit carefully watching her from the garden. She looked at her pocket watch to see the hand was about to meet nine, the moment she was set to be engaged. Then the white rabbit seemed to be luring her away from the castle. She disappeared into the darkness and stumbled into a hole too deep to climb out of.
Back at the Royal Ball her mother was frantically searching for her. Everyone was in their masquerade disguise which made it difficult to search for her. Sir Jameson was growing upset and embarrassed that she was not there to accept his hand in marriage. It was nearing midnight and the band was packing up and the night coming to an end. Still no sign of Alexandria.
Deep in the mysterious woods Alexandria was crying out for help. She could hear something in the distance as light began to fill up the dark hole. A shiny white motorcycle glistened in the glow of its headlights as Ashton Kingsdale, the rock star and now her knight in shining armor, came to rescue her from her peril and a kingdom of high society. He whisked her away on his “white horse” through the streets of London. Like a rebel without a cause, Alex felt like Cinderella had just tossed her glass slippers into the Thames river, trading in prince charming for rock's own royalty.
The encounter with Ashton swept Alex away on a journey that would forever alter her life. She had to disguise herself when she would sneak way to catch the band's gigs in London. She was ready to trade elegance for edge but keep her own royal touch. As she entered the dark and noisy underground music scene, Alex felt out of place but enjoyed the freedom she never had. Ashton was already on stage rocking the night away. It was a romance that would be forbidden. Like the battle between Montague and Capulet, Alexandria knew her Romeo would never be accepted by her Royal family.
The secret Rock & Royalty romance continued for some time, then one day Ashton proposed to Alexandria. Love was in the air. She finally decided it was time to wear her heart on her sleeve, even if her family banished her from the Royal throne. After she returned home, her mother noticed the key, belonging to her heart, was no longer worn around her neck. At first her mother was astonished by her confession. Then a smile and tear appeared, for she only wished she had been strong enough to follow her own heart a long time ago.
It was then soon announced to all of the land, that a union of Rock & Royalty would reign with style and beauty.
