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Post by Aera Adiya on Jul 6, 2012 2:19:41 GMT -5
Stars were always fashionable. They never had a bad hair day or a wrong choice in outfits, and seeing as Aera was a star, she dressed according. A long grey coat belted at the waist with just the tip of her white dress showing at the bottom, hair pulled up into a crisp with appropriate amount of messiness bun, white sunglasses. People were looking at her like they thought she must be somebody, and she was, but they didn’t know that. A pang of happiness and sadness hit her at the same time. Joy at the adoration of people who weren’t even sure if she was someone to adore, and pain at the knowledge they never would know for sure, because that dream had been killed, literally.
She knew it was a fairly risky move to be out and about in her solid form. What if she was recognized from the picture in the newspaper? What if one of the employees from the record label she had signed moments before her death was here and they recognized her? But it was worth it. What was the “it” you might ask? With her, there was only one answer to that question, and that was music. What better place to have an inspiration for writing a song? Here, where people were moving and meeting and seeing people they hadn’t seen in years. The sheer humanity was swirling around her, and she was taking mental notes of her people watching, so she could write them down and turn them into a song.
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