Ceyrine is never going to publish.

everything shall be booked

the characters are touched piano keys, bruised with convincing notes.
the dialogue strikes a chord in emotions with unbreakable threads.
Narrator's lip close to touching the woven nylon pop filter, the hook is instead spoken.
The voice a cure to the Poisson noise.
Magnetizing limelight contrast, as the eyes scan the texture of the page
Heads in comfort, the audience break the fourth wall with mental verbatim.
The first to three walls designed to an impeccable décor.
The fourth wall a quiet eclipse, Shuffling to their seat.
                                                                    
The camera pans and zoom with a mechanical crane, operators on deck.
Directors in the dark; conductors dexterity on font.
The scripts are next to stained mugs next to a sleeping cat.
The electrical fans go off with a light applaud.
The dramatis personae in play, the scene is made.
The page is turned as a gesture of time lapsed.
the stanza begins again, dividing the poet.

Ceyrine prosed the set in her mind in the muddle of the passing crew and floor wires.
she booked everything. though, she didn't write it down and it wasn't her cat that was purring at her, she was blocking it's view!
"Okay that's a wrap!" the director shouted. the lights went on.
that was cue for everyone. The caterers charged with a balanced poise.
Ceyrine rushed to the front, the caterer attire fashion encroaching near the platform.
The caterers stood by the wizened smiles of self-indulgence.
Ceyrine was goal-orientated. she had to get to someone before all the glasses were taken from her tray. Ceyrine froze with a stiff upper lip as she managed to get to the singer.
she finally reached her destination. the singer mingled with her hands but spoke when Ceyrine was in sight.
"I heard the director whisper, mediocre," the singer said.
"Alaine," Ceyrine replied, "he could've spoken about the equipment" she whispered.
"Don't create narratives you don't know" Ceyrine continued.
Alaine had hearing loss, a disability performer who lived her dream to sing.
Ceyrine had no envy, just a bit of embarrassment since Alaine looked at lips like she wanted to kiss them. the head caterer pointed at her wrist staring at Ceyrine.
Ceyrine had to circulate. Alaine was no spy, she gave away to much attention with her eyes.
"why do you even work as a caterer, what happened to the au pair job?" Alaine asked

"the point of a job is to emancipate, not emancipate to other families," Ceyrine replied
"princess Diana..." Alaine squeaked, she switched to her hands.
"...started as an au pair. if i was also blind you would have turned me into heller keller!
you have so much compassion but if you used some for yourself you could be a writer here!"
Ceyrine nodded, she knew that Alaine looked like an enraged client but all her experience told her to look like she was listening. she would handle the head caterer later.
Ceyrine did believe that Alaine could sing at a young age, it was the British affect - deaf tone accent when Alaine spoke, and a mezzo soprano when she sung.

Ceyrine knew this wasn't the time to speak back but she felt an imaginary pen in a her hand and wanted to give a piece of her mind.
"when are you going to stop being a fictional character and finish your book." Alaine asked.
"publishers are a nightmare." Ceyrine replied. she couldn't hold her tongue.
"nightmares are still part of dreams." Alaine said.
"you're still drafting, what do you always say to me when everything is booked."
Alaine asked and answered, "sign it and own and move on to the next one. theres nothing wrong with a terrible performance."

Ceyrine watched the director a bit, She didn't like mediocre coming out of anyone's mouth,
if she wanted to be on the show, she had to take the same scrutiny as Alaine.
"a nail in the head, doesn't mean a coffin Alaine. take a bit of criticism. you build foundation from nails" she said.
"hypocrite." Alaine said in a deaf tone.
they touched palm as if there was glass between them. They were no longer children, work came as close as it could to first place; they parted ways amicably.
they had to take time to digest what they had to say, their arguments were always riddled with holes.

Ceyrine had super hearing compared to only Alaine. she managed to sneak up to the writers and listen to their conversation.
"everything went as planned, the writers with a vengeance group never falters." a middle aged lady said.
Ceyrine was mesmerized, they all looked at her one by one as they took a glass off the tray.
she placed the tray under her arms and joined the group's circle.
"we work for hip hop artists, opera singer, politicians and companies." the middle-aged lady said. "i heard the leader was a part-timer?" the youngest girl there said.
Ceyrine smiled like a Fangirl.
"even this young lady could be the leader" the middle-aged lady said.
Everyone nodded with a glaze in their eyes. Ceyrine's heart fluttered.
She was in actuality, the leader of the underground group, Writers With a Vengeance and people finally spotted her. she inflated her mouth and pinched her own cheek, this could only be a dream.
she received gawking stares to her actions.
The youngest girl lifted a finger. this was a vengeance group notification!
Ceyrine's eyes glistened at her.
The youngest girl there locked eyes. once that was achieved, she derped.
it was subtle, not comical but with the eye lock and one eye going askew with euphoria.
Ceyrine stiff lip came up again as she scanned the group. she began to pant but controlled her posture. she locked eyes with Alaine who was being spoken to by the director.
Ceyrine shivered her eyes, replicating the scanning of the group.
Alaine gulped and saw her friend was in trouble.
Alaine immediately remedied the dire straits seamlessly, "I have to get back to work." she signed out words that were for the director and Ceyrine.
Ceyrine followed suit, " I'm sorry for disturbing, I've got to get back to work."
the group of writers agreed, "I'm madeleine." the youngest in the group said.
"you just got out of high-school and so professional, i love that."
Ceyrine smiled gracefully. Ceyrine was 25 year old woman, petite with glasses but it was quite common for her to be treated as a high-schooler.
She stepped back, "I'm going to bring more champagne." she said.
This pleased the middle-aged lady.

Ceyrine turned around and walked away in a dark contrast.
when she scanned everyone, it was like she was sitting in front of her computer.
everything was detached from reality, it was total discord! totally discord.
they were members of writers with a vengeance.
the army she led since she was in high school.

"What's going on with you?" the head caterer asked.
She was a nice lady, an introvert chef that wouldn't let clumsy people carry her food.
"They were complimenting the caterers." Ceyrine said in half truths.
The head caterer was suspicious but she also had to watch everything else from the food
to how everyone circulated. Ceyrine was a temp after all.
"I know i haven't been working hard, I'll prove to you that people can change."
The head caterer looked at her in a deadpan and slowly smiled.
"I have a real great daughter because of what you've done to her, if you want to get serious about the business, go carte blanche Ceyrine."
Ceyrine was proud and confused.
"What does Carte Blanche mean?" she asked.
The head caterer had her hands crossed and tapped her arms.
"It's means i'm giving you a blank cheque, a blank a document, just keep our catering company booked." the head caterer replied
Ceyrine nodded.

Ceyrine went to fill the champagne glasses and in a  panic focused.
she circulated the room invisible even to her own peers.
she was bleak and internally scheming.
This feeling to Ceyrine, was how she first made Writers With a Vengeance; afar Alaine was getting worried.
"Hey, look i was trying to save you from an awkward situation." the younger writer from the writing team spoke out to Ceyrine in the loud crowd. Ceyrine could still see the derp in her eyes,
She just couldn't shake it.
As the leader, she knew who this derp girl was; Ceyrine's biggest problem was that she never knew her favorite platform, Discord had such a negative meaning until it appeared in reality.
"My name is Madeleine. people call me Maddy."
"Ceyrine." she casually said, "Your Vengeance name is Meg, correct?" Ceyrine asked.
Maddy was stunned, There was a suspicion that Ceyrine was a Writer With a Vengeance group member, but to precisely know her identity put her in a crisis.
Meg just nodded.
"You named yourself after Meg Giry, you think the leader is the angel of music."
Meg couldn't dispute it, Ceyrine to her, clearly followed the chats.
"Who...Who are you in the group?" Meg asked.
"V" Ceyrine responded.
V was the group leader but ever since Arcane became popular, there was many in the group
who claimed the name Vi.
the group had to take characters closest to their characteristics and beliefs. Ceyrine had a sly smile like a fangirl. Meg mentally shrugged.
Ceyrine knew what she was doing, she jinxed the name down to the roman numeral.
Ceyrine found Meg interesting, "so... Meg Giry, phantom of the opera" she said.
Maddy was polarized since she could finally talk about her dream book.

Alaine finally managed to finish her discussions and reach the non-circulating Ceyrine.
She was adamant, whatever was going on with Ceyrine, she wanted a part of it.
Alaine greeted the two in question with a wave.
"Christine!" Ceyrine said, "Alaine, this is Madeleine, she's a writer here and a vengeance member
after Meg Giry."
Alaine was astounded, "I'm just one of the jinx in the group. i dont chat, i just sing in the voice chat." 
this played perfectly towards Ceyrine's deception of not showing Meg she was the leader.
Alaine gulped, her lie that the director called her mediocre didn't take Ceyrine's attention
but this girl Meg did. overall this was great but alaine couldn't stop looking at Ceyrine's lips.

They spoke, took pictures of Ceyrine professionally photobombing and took selfies.
Ceyrine felt as if her guy Fawkes mask was breaking and she could show a bit of face,
that maybe being the phantom of the opera wasn't the worse thing to happen.