With doom in the offing, I want to open my story with a romantic comedy feel before I yank the rug out from under the readers , I am looking for input on pre wedding insanity....below my idea so far Climbing towards sixty miles an hour the faded Honda rattled like dice in a cup. With no other explanation for the pain ferreting her brow Katrina concluded she had a brain tumor.Most likely inoperable, as huge as the grapefruits her Aunt Betty and Uncle Bill shipped from Florida. By nature an enemy of the trite, bile roiled in her stomach as she agreed, God really did have a sense of humor. Three days before her wedding Katrina was certain she would perish. Catapulting north tracing the spine of a levee thru lush Southern Louisiana .She was traveling to meet a Louisiana power broker in regards to her family catering a black tie Christmas fund-raiser. Although the commission would be lucrative, she would have gladly forfeit it in exchange for a tumor-less brain . She snatched the bottled water from the cup holder and placed it to her forehead praying the cool would dissipate the pain .The compress failed, she wondered if her agony was caused by low blood sugar thanks to the pre wedding diet she had endured all summer. In the last month with the wedding's precedence stole chunks or her time.The planning chaos metastasized. On the eve of her embarking on a dream, enrolling in a world famous conservatory, she had practice sparingly all summer. In the last ten days she had not opened he violin case once something that has not happened since she was five years old.