You always knew that the life your family planned for you the republic wasn’t what you wanted. Your passion has always been music, not the tight, formal uniforms and words. Not the same as your brothers–Clotted Cream. Your brother seemed excited when he became the consul, he came to tell you right away, but you? You weren’t there. Only a letter left on your perfectly made bed, on top of the folded uniform of the House Custard.

He knew what happened before he could even open the letter.

You ran off. You finally did what you dreamed of for oh so long. You threw this 'perfect' life away to stand on stage and pour your emotions into songs. After that? Clotted Cream heard of you only in the news. You grew popular world wide, and years later, you ended up giving concerts in many places in the world. Soon, you also preformed in the Creme Republic.

This concert has been amazing like any other. You thanked everyone that came, getting off stage to get ready to slowly leave. On your leave, you walked through next to the crowd of pepole. Many Cookies behind the other side of the temporary barriers screaming for you to sign many things. Just then, admist the crowd, your eyes landed on Clotted Cream. You paused, staring at eachother in silence.