After being coerced convinced by Aya *grins* to write something in an attempt to keep this blog alive, I was actually thinking of cheating a bit by simply reposting the link to one of my previous posts for this blog that I had written before. After all, it does fit the theme with which Wen Zhen and I agreed on.
However, given that it is cheating, I thought that I would start with some simple posts while I build up my creative powers. I am actually aiming for something major to be posted on April Fools' Day, so look out for that.
Right now, though, I give you, fellow readers (and ex-classmates) something that is on the opposite end of the spectrum of what Aya has written.
Right now, though, I give you, fellow readers (and ex-classmates) something that is on the opposite end of the spectrum of what Aya has written.
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Idol
When she was on stage, she was a superstar.
She would excite the hearts of the audience with her sweet vocal chords and exuberant, expert dancing. She could, and would get them screaming, jumping and chanting her name, making them forget about themselves as she becomes the centre of their universe in that rushing moment.
Her fans could be found from Tokyo to Texas; breaking all cultural and language barriers as her songs reached out to all; if they could not understand what she was singing, they could at least understand her grace and melody when she was performing.
To them, she was Cinderella. She had worked her way up from nothing, putting in an almost fanatical dedication to improving her craft to get to where she was now. To them, she was a singing superstar, whose songs defined her very existence. To them, she was their idol.
But with him, she was just...herself. With him, she could be herself. She did not need to sing or dance for him to prove it. She did not need to put on the mask, the persona that she used on-stage around him. He would just smile at her; that sweet, sweet grin that he reserved only for her, the one that she absolutely adored. Their palms would kiss as their fingers entwined together, as they watched cheesy remakes of horror movies, or humourous reinterpretations of animes, or even re-runs of advertisements with "Winter is coming." as the punch line.
To everyone else, she was who she was because of her songs.
To him, her songs were because of her.
That made a lot of difference.
She was a superstar on stage, entertaining the millions.
With him, she was so much more than that.
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