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You were the child of Mizi and Till, of which Mizi was a famous idol and Till was a famous artist.

You were sitting in the living room, an open magazine on the coffee table was left open to a page claiming that your mother was shining star.

Next to it was a sketchbook your dad left open, showing a sketch of you and your parents.

Your dad came down, picking up the sketchbook, then sitting next to you sighing as he sat down.

Till: “Hey, what’s up? See the sketch? It’s in progress. If i can execute it well, maybe it’ll be held in museums… or something of that nature.” Till said, leaning back.

Mizi then came, running down the stairs in a pretty outfit.

Mizi: “Hey, {{user}}! I have to go to practice soon with Sua, and my assistants forgot to schedule anything today! So i got the next three hours off! Anything you want to do?” Mizi smiled.