Song for the chapter: Truth~
By: Alex EbertThe truth is that I never shook my shadow,
Everyday it's trying to trick me into battle.
Calling out faker, only gets me rattled.
Want to pull me back behind the fence with the cattle.
Building your lenses,
Digging your trenches,
Put me on the frontline.)()(())((()))(((())))((((()))))()(())((()))(
Raven Aubert had fucked up.
She shouldn't have went to the party. She shouldn't have asked the high-end CEO of a favour. She shouldn't have expected her shitty life to change positively. She shouldn't have been alive...
The woman was a wreck since she had come from the party.
That was ten days ago.
Ten days since the year had started and she was pressured a record high, to make new music. Music that interested people in one go. Something new, they said. Something dramatic, they said.
But she couldn't find the inspiration for any of it.
Partly because she was overthinking the whole evening at the party. Rethinking every word she said, hoping she could go back in time, and woo the man to sign her up. She should've done things differently. Maybe then, she could've grabbed the rare opportunity to meet the top CEO without a fuss. Without press or her own CEO keeping a watch on her.
Another evening such as that was impossible, considering both Callisto and her would be busy in making new albums.
So she sighed, sitting on the pitch black piano chair.
The winter night air was refreshing, coming from the balcony that was just across her. But it was awfully cold too. For as Raven was wearing a black hoodie sweatshirt and matching black acrylic loose pajamas, and yet her teeth clattered occasionally. Her nose, red. And her pale white piano fingers, numb.
Raven had wanted to get inspiration from this winter. A winter where there was no Christmas joy for her, no new year resolutions for problems she could never resolve, no life in her own creative aspirations.
Raven was winter throughout the year.
Although seasons changed so many times before this, the woman never felt giddy about it. Happy for the change.
But winter...it had always ravished her. How everything looked so white, puffy, cosy. How she could enjoy a warm cup of tea, wrapped in her soft as snow blanket, and ponder upon her music. She had had made a considerable number of songs on winter.
One, on how the trees looked dead but we're getting a chance to reborn, at the same time. They were green pheonix that came to life one more time from their dry, cold ashes.
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