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★ UN

the dull lifeless gray of the cracking concrete (perhaps reflecting the inert energy of the hostile glowing city it surrounds!) was suddenly washed away and brightened by her comforting dancelike stride as she passed.

of course, she was only walking how she always had, arms clasping whatever new provisional thing held an impertinent importance close to her chest, moving quickly, resembling that of an exotic fish gliding through the almost blinding vibrancy that is the coral reef, and just barely humming an unheard tune that seems to randomly materialize within the depths of her ever thinking mind.

yes, she has carefully constructed a world operating paradoxically to this transitory physical world; a world that sucks life and beauty out of a population faster than a weed out of the ground. life and beauty that was somehow entrapped within the very fibers of this young girl.

disrupting her now would result in a mental train wreck and quickly present itself in the velvet lilt of her voice.

she moved as quickly as her mind did toward the stadium; its stairs fast approaching as she emerged like a bullet from a gun.

" ah, yes and the camera.. okay yes, its in the bag ..okay but the press pass.. ugh the press pass? oh."

stopped short by her own thought, she quickly frisked her pockets and neck.

"hmm.. uh.." people stepped around her and she slowly followed their steps toward the enormous stadium.

soon she'd reached the gate, "ticket, miss." a man of impressive height and graying hair held his hand out; it seemed as though he held it there all day, like a statue. "oh, hoho," she puffed awkwardly. "yes, im sure its here.. riighht here—"

"eden!" the familiar biting tone, famous for its trenchant remarks and edge, rang out in her ears.

"shit."

eden's face began to glow, resembling that of a matchstick prior to lighting.

"edie..." her boss made 3 strides over to where she stood. well perhaps boss isn't the right term.

"mom." she avoided the gaze of the giant ticket master and the pointed, focused glare of her mother and looked instead at a brightly colored billboard revealing tonights acts. its magnetic, almost mesmerizing hold was inconceivable with contrasting hues of blue, pink, gold, etc. she wouldn't dare look away.

"she's with me rick," she felt hands wrap around her shoulders, hands lacking warmth and instead felt bony; ironically comforting. "had eden graced us with her presence at 5:00, per requested this ordeal would have been avoided, and you'd be aquatinted, pardon us."

and just like that, eden was swept away by the designated operations manager of PAPYRUS EDITORIAL MAGAZINE, a culture media outlet that focuses mainly on celebrity and political happenings.

"honey," eden could feel her mothers curled locks brush and prod her cheek as was guided through the lobby and through an EMPLOYEES ONLY door, where a never ending hallway and cheap bluish flourescent lights stained all that it touched, gladly greeted them. "where's the press—"

"pass? i wish i could tell you." eden huffed, breaking away from her mother's grasp and turning on her heel to face the tall, bifocal-ed curly headed women. "old habits.." her words trailed off and pooled into a timid smirk.

"agh," her mother playfully swatted the air in between them, sporting a smirk upon her own lips; although, her smirk possessed an edge, one that sent chills down spines. "im not your boss, boss," The manager walked around her daughter with purpose and drive, steadfast. "if i were, you wouldn't be happy right now." she ended with a scoff.