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Central Cee sat alone in the dimly lit room, an unsettling quiet enveloping him. Nearly a week had passed since he last heard from Amara, and by far she was the only thing he could think about at this very moment. The deafening silence gnawed at his thoughts. Anxiety crept through his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He went to check on her socials, nothing. So his next best bet was Google. He typed in Amara's name and clicked on the first video he saw that was posted roughly about a week ago.
The video began with an unsettling intensity. Amara emerged from out of a Tesco, surrounded by a relentless swarm of paparazzi. Their cameras flashed like strobe lights, capturing every step she took. The cacophony of shouted questions filled the air, and Cench cringed at the invasion of Amara's privacy.
"Poor Amara, how do you cope without your parents around?"
"Are Kim and Kanye neglecting you, Amara?"
"Tell us, are you as troubled as your parents?"
Central Cee clenched his jaw, anger simmering within him. The questions were invasive, probing into personal spaces that no one had the right to explore. He watched as Amara, with grace and poise, navigated through the sea of intrusive inquiries.
One particularly bold paparazzo shouted, "Amara, do you think your parents' fame is overshadowing your own success?"
Amara, maintaining her composure, replied, "I'm focused on my own journey. My parents' fame doesn't define me."
Cench, witnessing the onslaught from the safety of his screen, felt a surge of empathy for Amara. The invasive questions cut through the façade of celebrity glamour, revealing the harsh reality that came with fame.
The video continued, capturing Amara's exit from the chaotic scene. The camera lingered on her expression – a mix of frustration, resilience, and a hint of vulnerability. Cench couldn't help but be moved by her strength in the face of such unwarranted scrutiny.
As the video ended, Central Cee found himself grappling with a newfound understanding of the challenges Amara faced. The spotlight on her wasn't just about her achievements; it was an unforgiving lens that dissected her personal life, casting shadows on her every move.
Restless on his couch, he decided he couldn't endure this shit any longer. With a hesitant exhale, he reached for his phone and dialed Juice, his trusted plug who had connections beyond the usual scope.
"Yo, Juice," Cench greeted, his voice carrying a hint of unease.
"Boss, what's good?" Juice's voice crackled through the phone.
Central Cee hesitated, "I said I wasn't gunna be apart of this anymore but I need a favor, man. Can you find out where someone lives for me?" Juice, well-accustomed to the unexpected requests from the world of Central Cee, responded without missing a beat, "Who we looking for, boss?"
