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"Eternal Diva" by orisasda
It was night on the Tyrannia Plateau and even from miles away you could hear the noise from fans at the concert hall, screaming for their favourite bands and song artists. And in one of the dressing rooms, a striped Hissi with blond hair was getting ready for her own performance. Her name was Faith Handler, but her stage name was Whispered Faith. She was a singing diva and pop idol. She had many fans and she adored the crowds of people who came to listen to her. But she was always haunted by one thing, even though she was only 21 years old she still thought that she was getting old. She had been singing for her fans since she was 18 years old, first in a band called Impurity, then out on her own. But she hated that she would only ever get older and the older she got, the harder it would be to maintain her career. She stared at herself as her make up artist put on her signature heavy eye make up and sighed. She swore she could see wrinkles forming. Faith wished she could be young and beautiful forever. She was about to get that wish in the worse way imaginable.
Whispered Faith glided onto the stage with microphone in one silk gloved hand.
"Hello, people of Tyrannia and beyond! Are you ready to dance and shake with your favourite diva, me?" She said into it with a bubbly voice. Roars of agreement came from the massive crowd. Her devoted fans. "Alright then! Let's get this show started Faithlings!"
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