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ETTA ♛
Interviews and promotion mixed with an abundance of public appearances all wrapped up together to form a month that seemed to fly by, and before Etta could even realise it, it was the first week of April.
She'd been so busy, travelling all over the state to talk to a plethora of radios and chat shows all about her new album, that when she finally had a break off, Etta hadn't realised just how tired she was. But with that, ironically, she couldn't help but feel lifted.
For the past couple of weeks, especially, she felt different. Having been fully immersed in herself, her own creativity, and talking about it in depth with people who wanted to listen, she had this weird feeling floating around in her body.
She didn't know what it was, or she did, and she didn't want to jinx it by admitting it, but everybody around her could see it; in the way that Etta spent more time with her friends, outside of the miserable pit she'd turned Calum's guest room into, and how she showed up at Michael's house (that Etta had been too involved in her own despair to have known that Millie had moved into it) one day, wearing a cheeky grin and holding a carrier bag filled with junk food.
That day she'd spent inhaling rubbish and cuddling up on the sofa with Millie whilst Michael was upstairs on his computer. She found herself catching onto a few shouts and curses coming from his room, and herself and Millie would giggle childishly before focusing back on whatever they had on TV.
