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: Her Light ~ By: Cleo Sol
Honestly, honesty, is the rarest thing alive. I just need, your belief, then I'll be fine.
How do you run before learning to walk? How to have faith before taking the fall? Without the night the sun couldn't show you, Her Light.
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"Do I not deserve anything?"
Shivered out the woman. Her whole body shaking with rage, exhaustion and remorse.
She was so, so weak. To stand there, stare at the manager blankly and just do nothing to save herself.
She was independent. Where does that go when people wrong her? Where does that independence of her's fleet away?
Maybe running away was her forte. And hurting was her hobby.
Raven stood in a dark dance studio, only one dim light shining above her head making the woman look like an angel.
But the bitter truth was...an angel never is ever-so-sweet. An angel is not one that does good for everyone. Or is good to everyone.
Not according to Raven.
An angel knows who to be an angel for.
And for who to be a devil.
For Earth isn't only filled with angels. It isn't only filled with devils. It has both. A little of both in everyone. There was something good in the bad and something bad in the good.
"What can be your weakness can also be your strength." Her father used to tell her that. Truly, she understood the ways of the world earlier than others her age only because of her father and mother.
Her father, because he protected yet prepared her. Her mother, because she loved yet harmed her.
It was an odd background, for your mother to be Aussie and father to be a German. Either ways, none of them were defined justly by their countries.
Father, dad, even though he was strict in his measures, always treated Raven with late night chocolate snacks and hid her behind him if mom ever caught them sneaking.
And mom was sweet yet not at all understanding. Father worked late hours and mother had such a big problem with it, somehow. With time, those late night fights of their's increased in volume and number.
