The music, money and melancholy.
It starts at the ending and ends with another.
A very different novel about the lives of the rich. The sacrifices and the hardships. The sinful endeavours of two of the most renowned musical artists.
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Song for the chapter: Shadows ~ By: Sabrina Carpenter
Pictures in our head, Of what we're supposed to be. Measuring ourselves but where is the love? Where is the love? The world got us wondering, wondering. I, I need you to understand that I don't mind your shadows. Cause they disappear in the light. And I don't mind your shadows, Cause they look a lot like mine.
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"You're two minutes early."
Catherine had opened the door to her large studio, greeting Raven with words that felt like small shards on the older's skin.
Painless now, but it still bled.
Catherine was probably the only woman with whom Raven got extremely nervous.
Scared of how much more broken she would go home. Scared of how much more disappointed would their parents be from heaven. Scared of how much more the thin string of trust would be cut between the siblings.
"You wanted to talk?"
Usually Raven put up a really confident front, talked with dominance and was always edgy with her words.
But with Catherine...she lost all that fake, make-believe front. She was tired with the younger's attitude. Always biting back the sister that had, with all her heart, took care of the younger.
But she couldn't do the same to her.
There were adoration filled reasons, before. But now, Catherine felt more like a responsibility.
An emotional overload.
But still, the maturity seeped through the eyes of Raven even now. Always being very considerate with the younger. When she was just as much or even more done with Catherine, than the latter was.
"Don't send me money every month. I don't need it. I earn my own." The younger picked at her nails, one hand supporting her weight on the doorframe.
She didn't even let Raven in.
The more respectful one of them, sighed. Used to the 'outcast' treatment.
"Invest them or something." Raven knew the younger earned, how could she not? Catherine too, was an artist. A producer that worked under Crescendo Records.
