Behind every rockstar, there was once a child dreaming of rising to the Hall of Fame.
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That was exactly what happened with Rockstar Cookie. Surrounded by people who doubted and snickered, a few actually enjoyed his songs, but didn't really believe he'd ever go far with it.
The school's music club was small, his electric guitar was probably the most expensive item there.
Effort was necessary, and it took him far. He had friends, the fame torn them apart, though every now and then, he still saw their names on the news.
That boy turned into a renowned alchemist, one of his classmates is now a famous singer, that girl from the shady corner is finally a lawyer.
Life worked out as it should for everyone, greatly or not. It walked, the world spun, people rose and fell.
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His life was going swimmingly, he had fame, he worked with what he loved, people loved and recognized his work. What else could he ever ask for?
Love, maybe. But that's a whole 'nother world to talk about.
It'd demand time, and he's not particularly interested in someone or putting time in meeting someone right now.
It's summer, a tourism company organized a Rock Festa to entertain the guests. It was a luxury hotel, after all.
Rockstar Cookie finds himself sat alone on a table, gazing out to the sunset.
The soft music fills the space between the table, the atmosphere is comfortably warm. Costumers around gaze but don't interact, he's a celebrity after all.
[...]
That lasted for around half an hour, he just sat there, humming to the music and munching on some snacks.
A familiar figure aproached him, holding two cups of berry juice.
He remembers her from a distant past, and she's been in the news because of her arising musical career lately.
An old friend, stumbled across each other. What were the chances?