Crimson Blue Snow

Part I- "La Voix"

The story is not suitable to age under 16, it contains disturbing and depressing scenes. The purpose of the story is not to offend anyone but to address certain topics through its content, primarily the topic of discrimination against different groups of people. The lyrics of the mentioned songs belong to the bands that perform them.
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25.12.2020 (on the day of the 25th birthday)

 Part I- "La Voix"

 "Silence. In every corner of my room came silence, but the paranoia I felt made me hear dozens of things; Am I imagining it or are they real? I let the music fill the space, trying not to think about what might be on the outside and concentrating only on those tunes from the speakers, as well as my own tune that came from my vocal cords side by side. It's not good, I hear it - thank you very much, paranoia. What an epic fool I am, I can't even practice normally. I don't know what I'm afraid of, why am I so scared of singing? Um, it must have something to do with expressing emotions and thoughts - singing is a "vent" for everything that's inside, and I've never been good at showing emotions, I've always kept quiet about things like that. When I think of it, it's always been like that, I've kept my mouth shut about everything. I'm afraid to speak. Anything I say can and will be used against me, like in a courtroom. I'm all alone within a hundred meters radius, but I'm just as scared as when someone's around. How to alleviate this anixety?"
 
 Amadea started singing timidly, even though she knew her trained voice was more than pleasant to listen to. She was more lying to herself that maybe one day she'd be part of a band where she could show everything she can do, but the years went by and nothing changed. Those forty-five minutes of music were supposed to be an escape from reality, but in fact they became even more stress, yet she wouldn't give it up. What kind of artist must live under eternal fear? Perpetually dissatisfied, as art means freedom. If there is no freedom of expression, his soul loses its essence that keeps it alive and begins to shut down. Amadea felt it was happening to her, too, she had no other option but to calmly wait for her spark to be extinguished.

 She'd look out the window the vehicles and the people who would pass by, never wanting to come into contact with any of them. With headphones in her ears she'd sit by the glass doors, sometimes on the stairs in front of the house, and think. She imagined how she would answer questions that no one would ask her and how she would act in situations that would never happen, she would occupy herself for hours with that- the time that someone else would spend interacting with other people. Indeed, all the people she needed to interact with were in her music library, they were voices she always wanted to hear, voices from which she was not afraid of but that brought her peace.

 Meanwhile, in a nearby town; A girl with short blue dyed hair sits in front of her computer and listens to music, her brother comes in. Girl: "What is it, Mishko, something annoyed you, huh? (laughs)" Brother: "Don't make fun of me, Beata, and don't call me Mishko - you know it annoys me. Call me Michelle by name." Beata: Okay, Mickey, come on, say what's going on." Michelle: "That fool Carlo suddenly changed his mind and left the band! Now when we're supposed to find someone for the lyrics that fool decided he doesn't want to sing anymore! Hell yeah how smart he is!" Beata (looks at him): "There are singers all around, you'll find a replacement and you've solved it." Michelle: "To find a hard-rock or metal singer just like that? If I put on an ad, it's going to take me hundred years to find someone who fits at least closely, I'm going to get a call from some who don't know the difference between pop-rock and hard-rock music or who don't even know what metal is and..." Beata: "Just take it easy, we'll find someone to replace Carlos. I have a feeling we won't be looking for too long. (gets up and puts on a black leather jacket) I promised that friend of mine, Fernanda, that I'd go get a package up to a village, she's going to go somewhere with her boyfriend." Michelle: "See, even Fernanda has found a boyfriend and seems she's going to get engaged soon. How about you, is there any boyfriend?" Beata (eye-roll): "Yes, I'm seeing ten guys  at the same time! Don't fool around, sit there, listen to Slayer and calm your nerves, and I've got work to do. (goes out)"

 Beata sits on her bike and head to where she was supposed to get the package from. She swerved into the wrong street, losing direction for a moment. She stopped near a modest house to check on her phone which way she should go, but then the sound coming from the house distracted her. There was the sound of her favorite genre- metal, so she completely forgot what she was looking for, quickly pulled herself together and continued to search the name of the street. Then, along with the singer's voice, there was another voice, only this one was live. Beata turned around and quietly said, "Uh... She's good! I could listen to her all day, I fell in love at the first listen. (closes eyes and took a breath) The package's not going anywhere, I'm just going to enjoy it a little bit more before I go."

 After about ten minutes the music stopped, so she started the motorbike and headed to her destination, a little cranky that she didn't get to see the person she was listening to before. She was trying to concentrate on the task she had to do, so she didn't want to stay longer.

Amadea hears a passing motorbike and, through a half-open door, check if someone has come to them, a postman or someone else. There was no one, so she just yelled at the dog to stop barking and go back inside.

 As evening slowly approached, Beata rushed home with a package for her friend.