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★ TROIS

[eden]

"it is definitely strange how french never sounds the way its spelt, yes i definitely agree, thank you drake." i muscled a lazy smile as i peeled myself away from drake—no, not drakes manager, drake.

this, of course, was great news for the magazine, but not for me. the canadian teddy bear spoke about anything and everything his little brain could think up.

oh yes, this interaction has led me to believe that perhaps speaking with a manager is not as mundane as i once believed.

the time passed has served me and PAPYRUS well, as i'd gotten through all of the immediate celebrities and two of the four managers (plus drake so, three out of four?) it would soon be time to hunt down our major celebrity and main story for the upcoming print, that will encompass all of the happenings at this multi-artist performance: ariana grande.

as i walked along the stage edge, i saw something that startled me at first: glowing orbs, hundreds, thousands, no millions of random ass glowing orbs.

oh, the drama.

i stood for a moment, admiring the strange beauty and mesmerizing glow of these strange orbs, swaying in the fast-setting black air like hundreds of fragile candle flames being toyed with by a playful gust of wind, before snapping back to reality.

how to find one of the most prominent pop stars on the planet? surely allred must've mentioned where to find her; we are a legitimate company after all, all professional and such. jesus, there they go again, my brain cells.

before i could stop myself, my mind quickly warped space and time and suddenly i was back at my first major job, only 7 months prior to this juggernaut booking. this also turned out to be my most major fuck up, not my first though and i have been employed at PAPYRUS, quite miraculously, for 2 and a half years.

oh good old nepotism.
thank you, mother.

time stilled and the cold air began to bite at my cheeks as the sun set further and further into the lonesome, ever-stretching horizon. i can easily recall the events that almost led to the end of PAPYRUS.

the lawsuit.

the disappointment.

the tears.

its uncommon to find someone so hard-pressed, so invested in their place of work (especially after so much time and heartache has occurred) but PAPYRUS is all i've known. my first job in the career i've lusted over since i was but a tadpole. 

journalism.

how my parents met. for them, journalism was more than, well, journalism; for them it was a philosophy: a way of life. i was brought up to recognize the god that is and was journalism, and i was expected to achieve what they have and more.

retrospective thought tells me their marriage was more a business collaboration than traditional affection; they were unstoppable, constantly setting records and pushing boundaries. practically legends.

to cut it short, stability is one of the last words to define eden jeffries childhood, moreover, her entire existence.

and burst of screaming and chanting brought me from my trance.

oh yes, ari.

i ripped my eyes away from the mesmerizing crowd, realizing i'd lost track of time. feeling the distinct sensation of a heart racing blood through your veins as through it were poked by a hot branding tool, i pulled my phone out.

hell, it's only 6:53.

relief.

could that be right? all of these people? here so early? huh. seems a bit excessive but it is a rather large venue with major performers..