It has definitely been awhile since I written any sort of fiction, it does not help when most of my curriculum revolves around shorthands as well as jargons. Do keep this up, makes life interesting.
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There she was, on centre stage; no less than 40 thousand fans showed up across the globe for her final act of the tour.
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There she was, on centre stage; no less than 40 thousand fans showed up across the globe for her final act of the tour.
“Encore! Encore!” chanted the crowd as she finished her last
song for the night. Her performance has been flawless; she should be happy but
as she sang the last word, tears started rolling down her cheeks. Ignoring the
roar of the crowed who demanded for more, she mumbled “I’m Sorry” and left to
the backstage where she locked herself in her private dressing room.
An hour passed, the manager knocked on the door, no reply.
He knocked again, no reply. This was unlike her. Sensing something went wrong;
the manager opened the door only to find a note on the dressing table.
There were no addressee, the manager put on his reading
glasses and the note read:
“I’m
sorry, I have to go
-XO ”
-XO ”
He looked around the room, no signs of her, no signs of her luggage,
and no other trails besides the note.
She has vanished.
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