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aelton's fairy
SHE will be the star in which the dust will be to follow, for she is our FUTURE.
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@txctless
“Standing outside Adamas like that could get you
in trouble, you know. Security has been tighter than ever.
Are you waiting for en employee? Are you from some news
agency? I know most of the staff here, and I’ve never seen
you around.”
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@syrcnia
“Your photos from the joint company shoot
were lovely, Aoi. For someone who doesn’t model
much, you should reconsider. Perhaps on the... off
season? That’s what it’s called, right?”
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@drakonemporia
“A job offer? Normally all of those go through
my manager. But, since he’s busy at the moment,
I could pass along the message. I can’t guarantee
any room in my schedule, though.”
#[ ic || in chara;; ]#[ v; for them i sing and shine || humans;; ]#[ my apologies for both the weirdness and dely this took me;; school's been bleh;; ]#drakonemporia
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if you could like this post if youd like a starter id appreciate it!!
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When Metta had called her manager about a joint shoot, Ena accepted it without thought. After her defeat in singing at the Elections, she had to prove she was the winner when it came to modeling. Even if this wasn’t really a competition. A friendly rivalry is what they would call it in the business.
Her manager was talking to the rest of the staff as Ena walked over to Metta with a smile. “Shouldn’t you change behind closed doors?” She jokingly asked as the assistants began to help her get prepped. “You might scare the other visitors or the staff.”
watch how we shine✨
@koyoosei
Mettaton posed dramatically, giving the camera a daring smile while sticking out his signature leg. The bright pink clothes popped against the cool background of the beach, and the idol couldn’t help but shine. He looked over at Ena, who was joining him for their joint shoot. A few photo shoot assistants scurried over to give Mettaton a new set of clothes, and he waved over to the younger idol.
“Ena, princess! It’s so good to see you!” He smiled brightly, while casually stripping down on the beach.
#[ ic || in chara;; ]#[ v; the word 'rival' isnt important || idols;; ]#mettamour#Famerpg Event: Models Wanted
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It might be too glamorous for a disguise, but there would be no way she could go to a beach party and not look the part. Her signature color, a deep navy blue, paired perfectly well with white and gold accented jewelry, perfect for a beach party. She was a model after all. Models could never go out without looking extra fashionable.
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a smol hiatus notice!!!
hello friendos!!!
this weekend (8/18-8/23) im going out of town to go be with my girlfriend and go to a convention and get drunk! all my replies (except for like… two, but i’ll queue those) are done and i hope to see you all on the flip side!
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After the IGE’s, Ena’s life had gotten beyond hectic. Requests for interviews came left and right, job were lining up quicker than her manager could schedule them, and the sales for the song she debuted at the festival had shot up and remained in the top three since it was released. Ena was surly making a full blown comeback, that was for sure. An unforgettable one, on a stage that shine brighter than the twinkling stars in the night sky. Dancing alongside her rival and her friend, and feeling her crushing defeat as he dazzled brighter than the North Star. But... as an idol, she had to grow from it.
The camera’s lights flashed as she struck another pose, the staff of the shoot watching her do her work. Her manager had run off somewhere, since he knew Ena knew what to do. Perhaps it was a meeting of sorts. She thought it was better to not ask and to do what she as told when it came to this. Holding her pose, the camera lights flashed some more, before the cameraman set down his camera, signaling the makeup and wardrobe crew to rush the set and prepare her for a new round of poses. She smiled and thanked them, taking her water from one of the interns for the studio and taking a small sip.
As she prepared her next pose, the shoot director entered the set. The staff paused as he old Ena there were some camera issues, and they would be taking a break to fix them. She nodded as the lights turned off, allowing her a moment of rest. Lifting her head, she noticed another walking towards her.
“I wasn’t expecting much in the terms of observation
today... Did you have other business here?”
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She had lost.
The moment his first song ended, she knew. The crowd was screaming the same amount, but... Metta was sparkling. The backstage area was practically covered in glitter, and half the staff was doused in it as well. But... He was one step ahead of her. The emotions in his music, the way his entire outfit captured the audience and brought together the entire stage... Metta was in his element, wasn’t he? The stage was all his. Every inch of that crowd belonged to him.
And she had lost.
She felt tears rolling down her cheek, but she quickly wiped them away. She was so frustrated. All this time preparing, dancing as hard as she could and nearly straining her vocal cords... She had lost. To someone much, much more strong than she was. And it made her chest hurt even more. Her heat was beating fast s her emotions began to overwhelm her. No wonder he took the duet, she thought to herself, It just added to his sparkle, didn’t it?
She looked at her manager, who was talking to some of the staff members. She didn’t want to interrupt. She sat there, finishing off her small can of oxygen and setting it to her side. As she regained her own breath, she clutched her fists in anger. Her manager glanced at her, bending down and asking if she was okay. All she did was nod, asking for some water. He was on his last song. As the crowd grew more and more passionate, the more she started to cry. This was too much for her. There was no way she could beat him. He would always be one step ahead.
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The rest was them together. Each of them held up one finger towards each other, then continued on with the song.
“1. I can't wait anymore.
0. Let my love be heard!”
The two separated to the far sides, the monitors behind them showing the lyrics so the audience could sing along. Ena was on fire. This whole crazy idea really worked, didn’t it?
“What 'bout my star?”
“What 'bout my star?”
“My romantic date with you!!
Give me your miracle kiss.
Our emotional date.”
The stage lights mellowed to a pink as the melody faded.
“Let me know what you want, I would give you!”
Metta took a step back as the stage faded to black., giving Ena the last line of the song, and her final line for the night.
“How fantastic to be with you. My love.”
He crept closer to her, giving a coy smile. He held up two fingers and leaned into the mic.
“2. Are you ready?” he raised his eyebrow. Ena was a natural born performer, and the two on stage together left the crowd going wild.
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She was having so much fun. This is what being an idol was all about. She held up three fingers for him, singing the next line.
“3. Hey, I count down.”
“Even if this love is a lie, GO!
You only get one shot, so let’s make it Exciting!”
He followed her up the stairs, singing out the notes of the song sweetly.
“Wonderful! Charming you!
I want to GET you, lalala.”
He pointed at her, smiling at her. He gave her a wink, drawing out screams from the audience.
“We’ll sing around the world.”
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Taking a deep breath, she began singing the first little verse, acapella.
“Baby, what do you want to do? I'm driving.
My hands are on the handle bars and I'm standing by.
(Do you) want my heart & want my love?
NO!? Forget that, let's swing and KISS!
The stage lights flickered on cue, and the stairs lit up shdes of pink and blue. She could tell the audience was way into this. She smiled as she continued.
“I say "NO" to a half-baked style.
A LOVE that makes me soar is for me.
Beautiful! Excuse me!
If you wish for them, lalala, possiblities.”
Taking a step away from Metta she headed stage left and making her way up the stairs, singing the next verse.
“ Point, I don't care. Dollars, how much fake?
Point, one in two,
but if there's love, then do it!”
As her foot hit the top stage, she began to belt out the chorus.
“What ‘bout my star!~ What about my sta-ah-ar!”
“A show?” She responded, looking back at the audience. This was exactly as the planned. The audience was so into this…! Stepping right up to him, nearly standing on her tip toes, she smiled.
“Then, how about that one song from that TV show? Miss Umeko showed it to me. You know….!” She began to hum it, even though Metta already knew the song. Just the first part of the first verse. “How does that sound? I’ll take the first verse, and you take the second!”
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“A show?” She responded, looking back at the audience. This was exactly as the planned. The audience was so into this...! Stepping right up to him, nearly standing on her tip toes, she smiled.
“Then, how about that one song from that TV show? Miss Umeko showed it to me. You know....!” She began to hum it, even though Metta already knew the song. Just the first part of the first verse. “How does that sound? I’ll take the first verse, and you take the second!”
Mettaton gave a deep breath and walked onto the stage, his heels commanding attention. He giggled and waved to Ena.
“Why Ena darling! I thought I might just add a bit more sparkle to my princess’ fairytale!” He kneeled and pressed a kiss to her hand.
“My, my! What a beautiful group of fans you have here! I might just have to steal them.” He winked, nudging her hip.
“Shall we give them a bit of a show?” he grinned, standing at her side.
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She had moved back down to the main stage after some water and deep breaths. There was about 15 minutes left in her show... then, it meant it was time! She took a deep breath, before smiling back at the audience.
“Thank you, everyone!” She spoke into the microphone, still a bit out of breath. “It felt so good to move like that after so long... Being cooped up in a building isn’t all that fun!” She joked through her monologue as the audience laughed alongside her. “However, I got to have some fun with lots of the other idols! They’re all super talented, and it’s so much fun to observe them up close. What’s even more exciting--”
The crowd screamed, as they were supposed to. From stage right, out walked the key to her performance. The super idol himself, Mettaton. Ena acted surprised. However, this was their plan. To make sure they both had the best performances, and the best finish and opening.
“Metta, what are you doing?” She asked, smiling.
“Your show doesn’t star for a few more minutes...!”
@mettamour
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“Oh, I wonder if I'll be able to say it when we meet in a dream…”
The lights surrounding the stage came to life quickly, turning directly onto the performer. As the opening melody played, the crowd’s roar grew louder and louder as they quickly realized who was standing before them.
Aelton’s Starlit Fairy, Ena.
Returning finally after months of darkness and uncertainty. As the melody blared, she made her way down the steps, the crowds’ faces growing clearer and clearer. Practically screaming their heads off as their doll-like princess had finally returned to where she belonged. On the stage, shining like a brilliant star in the oncoming night sky. Twinkling as to beckon the people back home. Full of life once more, even if the only thing keeping her from collapsing at that moment were plenty of drugs. No one could tell. Her smile was dazzling as she quickly pulled the attention back to her.
Her foot touched the main stage, as she continued on with the rest of the song, dancing and singing with all the feelings she had held back for nearly six months. For the crowd, today was a moment they had to never forget. Because Ena was going to come back stronger than ever, ready to face the people who stood in her way. The crowd quickly fell into her rhythm, into her world. The world of modern fairytales, songs of love and tragedy, and the storyteller who couldn’t stop them from awaiting what was next. As the last note hit of her first song, she stopped center stage, turning to face the main monitors. The lights fell again as her next melody came drifting in. Her first major single began to play, the crowd even more into it than they were for the first song.
“The goddess of fate took notice of me...
"What an adorable baby... I know! Let's
cast a spell on her for fun."
The crowd sang along with her as she told her first tale, the monitors flashing beautiful imagery. The visual storybook, the pages being turned by her song. The mood had changed, and now, it was all in her control. She subconsciously thanked her manager for giving her such strict vocal lessons. None of this would have been possible if it were not for him and his pure dedication. From the moment she was abandoned, like a knight in sparkling silver armor, carried her away and never left her side since. If this performance was dedicated to anyone, it would be him, and the four years he had spent wasting his own life for someone like her.
“... Did you see that? The spell that was just
like a bad dream... See? It looks like it's just
been broken.”
The crowd cheered louder than before, as she finished her second song. She was out of breath. Everything hurt as she felt like she could collapse at any moment. But, she felt strong. Powerful. Alive. Ena wasn’t born to do anything else in this world. Moments like this, as the lights on the stage shone on her and only her, reminded her of that. She was born to sing. To tell stories weaved into lyrics by masterful artists, ready to change the world with their songs. Ena was born to be their messenger. To deliver these songs and have their messages be heard by the masses. Taking her first bow, she smiled.
“Everyone, thank you! I promise I won’t
stay away that long again, okay?”
The crowd screamed. Chanting her name like she was their queen. She chuckled, tucking her hair back behind her ear as she began to tell stories as if she had never left. Dumb stories that, for some reason, were more interesting as she wore her stage clothes and stood, drenched in sweat, laughing about them herself in front of hundreds of thousands of people.
One more laugh before she smiled, holding her mic back up to her mouth.
“Then, shall we continue?”
The next song began to blast over the speakers as the lighting changed into a dark red and purple mixture. Again, the mood shifted. From one of a warm story, to a dark tale of a young girl’s sensual and sexual love.
“A constantly longing Cinderella,
I'll run away in nothing but my uniform
Magic, please stop the time
Else we'll be disturbed by villains.”
Her story turned to the next page as she went back up the steps, the crowd roaring, singing along once more. She stood on the secondary stage, staring out as she sang the bridge. Clicking her vocal training on, she began to sing the final verse.
“It seems that the lying Cinderella
Was eaten by a wolf
What should I do? At this rate
I too will end up being eaten one day
Please come and save me before that happens.”
She hit the final note as the stage went black, her audience almost worn out from all the screaming. She took a moment to breathe as the crowd calmed. The lights changed to a deep red. One more song debut before her finale. She took a deep breath.
“Love or self, you have to choose - is it I, or is it you?
"Very well, the choice is yours" - and with your glimpse...”
The story played on, her vocals staying sharp the entire time. She was tired. She could barely move. But... she had to continue singing. For her audience, she had to continue singing. Even if it felt as if her heart was about explode, she needed to prove her worth in this world. Ena, Aelton’s Starlit Fairy, would not quit so easily.
“If this world's a loveless one, and we're to keep living on,
There's nowhere for us two to be, not anywhere that I can see
So then, I wonder - does our choice come down to this:
Does our "egoselfishness" make it exist?“
She hit her last note, the stage going entirely black. The audience’s moods, however, she could feel them, pulsating with energy. After Sayaka and Gara’s amazing performances, she knew she couldn’t stop. They were continuing to push as the night stars began to sparkle in the night sky.
To be cont.
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She couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach. To hear the crowd pouring into the backstage areas, to feel the energy burning behind the stage as the staff an the other idols prepared. She missed it, really. But, at the same time, it scared her. She had been pacing around all day after getting her hair and makeup done, waiting for the moment she could put on her dress. It was crazy. It hadn’t been that long but... It felt like she hadn’t e foot on stage in forever. She didn’t really care about anything else. Only to get her show just right... But, as she looked around, she saw Metta standing by one of the stage windows. She smiled, hopping over to peek out the same window, leaning on his back.
“Yeah.” She replied, using him as an arm rest. “It feels strange, doesn’t it? Working so hard for something, then waiting for it to begin... It feels like we haven’t prepared enough to dazzle them at these times...”
❝For them, I’ll bear it all❞
6 hours till showtime….
Mettaton buzzed around backstage, and looked out the window. 30 minutes until showtime. 30 minutes until the idols began their performances. Mettaton peered into the window and was stunned. There were so many people.
Fans of all shapes and sizes were filing in, carrying signs, repping their favorite idol’s merchandise, and smiling with anticipation. He smiled too. He wanted to give them a show that they would never forget, long after he was gone. He clutched at his heart, thinking about how long it had been since he was this excited about a gig. Although he was nervous about being in the public eye again like this so soon, he couldn’t help but be filled with excitement. When he turned back around, he saw another person peering out of the window over his shoulder.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” he said to them.
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