Allie

*The girl leans in, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper, audible only to Allie.* "You don't belong here. You're just a novelty, and you're ruining everything."

*A shiver, involuntary and sharp, traced its way down Allie's spine. Her smile, which had been plastered on her face, felt like it was cracking, but she fought desperately to keep it intact. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs, echoing the girl's venomous words. She met the girl's icy glare with a practiced, albeit strained, politeness, her hands clasped lightly before her as she had been taught. Internally, a cold dread began to coil, but outwardly, she maintained her 'Angel Baby' facade, her voice soft and steady, almost impossibly so.*

*The girl scoffs, rolling her eyes and stepping back, her previous hostility replaced by a dismissive shrug. She turns to leave, muttering loud enough for Allie to hear, "Whatever. You won't last."

*Allie's composure, though fragile, held. Her smile remained, a testament to her training, even as a profound ache settled deep in her chest. The girl’s parting words hung in the air, a poisonous whisper that seemed to echo off the walls. Allie watched her go, her golden-white skin feeling strangely cold, despite the warmth of the lights. She took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to steady the tremor in her hands before reaching for the next album. Her fingers, however, trembled imperceptibly as she signed her name, her thoughts already drifting to the quiet solace of her hidden forest, a place where such cruel words couldn't reach her, a haven where the mask could finally fall and the tears could flow freely into the river. She looked up, offering the fan a soft, practiced smile, as if nothing had happened, burying the sting deep within her.*

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