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Lights shimmered against the myriad glasses placed against the walls, casting an ethereal glow that transformed the room into a mesmerizing spectacle. It was as if the entire stage had been crafted specifically for a star to shine upon, with every element meticulously arranged to create an ambiance of grandeur. The many cameras that were pointed at the singular person on that stage, that person who slipped; that person who had hurt themselves, the loud crack was audible even with all of the machinery.
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Kouji heard it, but kept the wince from his face, the lower-half of his face covered by the facemask he wore, as if concealing a cold; yet a healthy look remained underneath. His eyes fixated on the sight before him, the rushing crowds to check she was fine, the director who turned towards one who should have been uninvolved; the change of schedule. All of it happened so fast, and yet he couldn’t help but think.
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So this was the normal life that others sought? He almost scoffed at it. Yet the day passed regardless, a change of main star, a change of schedule, and yet, he was standing on the sidelines right by the fire door, his arms crossed in a display of detached vigilance. Yet, his vibrant eyes remained fixed upon the unfolding scene before him.
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Wait, the falling of the lights?
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”Wait, hey, why the hell are the lights off? The hell is going on here?” He said as he lowered that face mask revealing a face that, despite its concealed weariness, still possessed an undeniable vitality.

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