MUSICIAN, violetta crane

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[b]MIKASA ACKERMAN[/b] - violetta crane

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when violetta crane is twenty one, she gets her taste of fame. she sees her magazine spread and looks at her own face with an impartial eye. she tries to form a first impression, and it's easy. it's almost as if violetta isn't familiar. how often does she think of herself? her voice is rich, the synths curl like smoke over the rolling beat – ethereal, vulnerable, real. that's the word they use – unpretentious, down-to-earth violetta crane in her slacks and disheveled charm. [break][break]

she doesn't look like herself in the photos, and this seems like something devastating. [break][break]

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when violetta crane is twenty, she leaves everything she knows and everything she cares about. she makes herself free. [break][break]

and it feels awful. [break][break]

her apartment is tiny and dirty, the floors are creaky, the cupboards are empty; her roommate is noisy, and violetta is relieved when she pulls her out to a cozy pub, packs her into a booth crowded with friends and introduces her. [break][break]

”this is vi.” she didn’t ask for permission to call her that. why would she need to? violetta’s stomach hurts from homesickness, she has two drinks and can’t stomach another. excusing herself, she sits out on the curb and hugs her knees to her chest and wants to be alone. (no she doesn't, violetta is afraid of her own earnesty. she's afraid she'll start talking and never stop, which is exactly what she does when she feels the hand on her shoulder.) [break][break]

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when she was twelve, violetta crane remembers the snickers of classmates and the vice principal (she always remembered her pinched-faced, whether she always was or it was just the way she's suspended in her memory), when she stands in the hallways and calls her name. [break][break]

she doesn't remember if she cries. [break][break]

her mother seems squished, antiseptic, slurred, crooked. her sister is scared. her father is solid and stoic. violetta fills the spaces, grows into everything she needs to be – responsible, strong but always gentle and scared out of her wits. [break][break]

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in violetta's home videos, (age six, in faded magic marker on the label), there's a shaggy rug draped over her shoulders, and the camera is shaking with laughter. she croons into a plastic microphone. lady sings the blues, she's got them bad, she feels so sad, wants the world to know just what the blues is all about

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