The Songbird | GentleCorruption & Spider Song

[Spider Song]

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𐌢 Glittering Lights and Shadows Behind Them It was night one hundred fifty-two. Flashbulbs and screams cut through the throng which had gathered around the Italian five-star hotel. Figures pushing into an area which probably wasn't big enough for them. The grunts of security trying to displace the adoring crowd who all seemed to be reaching out towards the figure at the center of it all. Standing there on the carpet walk was a woman in a lush aquamarine cocktail dress. It's sequins shimmering like tiny stars in the flash of the cameras. A pair of silver Steve Madden heels adorning it all. They were relic of the past and kept around for luck, if it of course was needed at the moment. The woman ran a hand through her blonde hair. Pushing strands out of her fair face as striking blue eyes gazed out over the scene of mild chaos in front of her. A smile painted on her face holding for all to see. Slight waves to the crowd followed by every now and then reaching out to give a squeeze to the hand of one or another. Squeals of delight and joy usually following. Anyone who tried to grab on to her? Well security was quickly assisting them to the ground. That was the routine, right? Smile for the camera's Alice. Your fans want to see you. Alice Howlett was one of Sterling Records hot talents coming into the new year. The popstar newest album, "One Thing Before I Go" had charted as soon as it hit shelves. Modern consumers flocking to packed concerts worldwide with the zeal usually seen in some fanatics. She had been touring non-stop for the last one hundred fifty-two days to be exact. Though the full one hundred eighty-day schedule would soon be at a close now. Alice welcomed the end to things. The end of blinding lights, cheering crowds and a case of jetlag which remained all to persistent between meet and greets, singing and photo ops. It was a weigh she really didn't know how much longer she could shoulder. Of course, perhaps a bit of yearning for tours end came from another fact she had kept close to her chest until a press meeting a grand total of two hours before which sent the music media apparatus into a frenzy. "One Thing Before I Go" wasn't merely a tongue and cheek album title. It was admittedly a rather carefully crafted swan song on a nine-year tenure with Sterling Records. Sure, it had been real, and it had been fun with Sterling Records. It had not been real fun. The company which gave her a start in the industry in her eyes kept asking for more and more while offering, in her opinion, less and less. The final straw was when the label started sniffing around the rights to her likeness. That was the line apparently. So, as Alice waved to the crowd one last time, she would duck through the gilded doors of the hotel. A heavy sigh escaping her lungs as she would draw her handbag to her abdomen and lean against a nearby column. The silence in the hotel room other than the gentle repeat of what most considered "elevator music" a welcome relief from the world outside. Her eyes would flick over to the doors before she would use her hand to push herself from the column. Heels clicking against the marble floor as her bare shoulders would feel the slight chill of the air condition. A luxury that most tended to take for granted it would seem. Alice was practically basking in it as she would press down on the button of the elevator. Tapping her fingers against her small handbag until she would get a response from the machinery. It wasn't too long of a wait until a short ride later she would ascend upwards to Hotel Penthouse Suite #4 on the west side of the building. A luxurious hotel stay organized by her lovely agent. She would find a pang of guilt stream over her as she would step off the elevator into the private hall leading towards her quarters. Her agent was the wild card, wasn't he. Originally, she had met her agent when she was young, dumb and start struck with the world as a whole. He'd been a constant throughout this utterly crazy rollercoaster ride. Now she had just pulled the ripcord without telling him. She'd told herself it was easier that way. Better only a few days of hurt than a whole tour's worth right? Alice would withdrawal the keys from her handbag and slide them into the lock. Her movement sluggish as she would open the door and walk inside. Closing it behind her and locking it. Alice would move over to the luxurious sitting area before tossing her handbag on the couch. A frantic bit of quick motion spent getting herself a drink from the mini bar. The bourbon poured smoothly into the small ready-made glasses which sat on a shelf right beside the mini bar. The singer spinning the glass in her hand slightly as she watched the ice cubes bob. Her mind drifting slightly as she would return to the comforts of the leather armchair in the sitting area. Her attention only grabbed when she would hear a harsh knock on the door. The woman rising from her seat, glass still in hand as she would walk towards the door. Opening it a crack to peer out at whomever was in the hall.