35 parts Complete Johan Ploy, Johan Ploy, Johan Ploy! The chants were a rising tide, a deafening wave of devotion that crashed against the barricades. The cameras clicked like frantic crickets, capturing the blinding flash of his smile. He was the star everyone was watching. His fame was a gravitational force, pulling everyone into his orbit.
North, on the other hand, was a different kind of star. He was the one who shone in the quiet darkness. He was a star on the ground, while Johan was a star in the sky.
How could someone like North ever reach the star that was shining among other stars in the sky?
Perhaps, the only way for the star on the ground to reach the star in the sky was to look up, to turn away from the blinding lights and find the one that was shining just for him.