The Aesthetic Question

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a/n: Starting from this chapter, the songs will be either have lyrics relevant to the content or suit the ambiance of that chapter. I hope you like my choice of music and do vote and comment if you enjoy this chapter~

~Love, Ria

[Yellow Light - Tiffany]

If there's one thing Aurora didn't like about her job was that she had to wake up at seven. Even though she didn't have to work every single day, the irritating schedule had imprinted itself onto her mind so that she couldn't sleep later than 8am. This also meant she tended to get sleepy much earlier than people her age.

This morning, she made no effort in making herself presentable. She was chosen as a dancer in a certain celebrity's music video and she knew only too well it was up to the stylists to turn her into someone else today. She was downstairs tearing the aluminium off a yogurt pot by the time it was fifteen minutes past seven.

A set of footsteps broke the serenity of the morning. Aurora looked up and was met by a set of green eyes. They were a swirling mess of colours, as if god dumped a bucket of colours while painting his eyes. Attached to the eyeballs was a beautiful, guy's face. His black hair was carefully gelled to one side and his expression was guarded.

The two evaluated each other for a minute before the boy gave up the staring contest and headed for the door.

'Aren't you going to say good morning? Or ask me who I am?' Aurora challenged.

'Nope. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm trying not to be late.'

That's when Aurora noticed the violin case slung on his shoulder and connected his face with Vivaldi's piece. 'You got a job this early?'

'I'm heading for practice.'

'At 7am?'

'Yeah, some people don't sit around eating yogurt because they can't sleep or something like that.'

The door slammed before Aurora could react. She felt anger surging from the pit of her stomach to the top of her head. An urge to punch something---someone arose but that wouldn't do her any good. Grumpily, she washed the spoon and headed out herself.

The sun wasn't up yet, which explained the chilly air. Aurora wrapped her pink jacket tighter around herself. The black and white floral pattern on the fleece looked slightly harsh in this light. Her huge shoulder bag with various shoes and clothing was weighing her down, but there's nothing she could do about it.

The dance studio was more crowded than she had ever seen. Dozens of paparazzi were trying to break through the guards' line of defense. Cameras were everywhere, as well as people dressed in Veronica T-shirts. Aurora could make out Veronica White's signature platinum-silver hair. She was wearing a black see-through shirt, flawless as usual. Her manager was trying to explain something to her, judging from his exaggerated gestures. Aurora walked through the throng of people into the dressing area.

'Good lord! What are you wearing?' Chloe laughed next to her, way too cheerful for a morning. But then Chloe was bubbly twenty-four hours a day and it was one of the things Aurora loved about her.

'I grabbed the first things I saw.' She replied, glancing at her grey sweatpants and flip-flops. 'Plus I love this jacket.'

'It's cute,' Chloe admitted. 'But you better go over there and change your clothes. I think the stylist is having a nervous breakdown.'

The stylist was indeed looking around frantically, occasionally swapping the jewelry on the dancers. Aurora put on the black crop top and shorts laid down for her. The straps of the lacey top kept digging into her skin when she moved her arms while the jeans was made from the type of distressed denim she detested. Apparently the more ripped the denim, the more fashionable the wearer. Aurora had grown accustomed to the mercurial trends by now.