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The brim of her baseball cap, that doesn’t match her costume, mind you, casts a shadow that conceals Freya’s cheshire smile as she rushes into the venue. Her entrance was calculated to the millisecond — she timed her call to the venue thirty minutes after the set started, securing a private viewing box thanks to being, well, herself, and tipped off the tabloids five minutes later. The internet would know that Freya arrived before Robin had a clue that the daughter of Apollo would grace her harrowing concert with her presence. Sweetened the surprise when Freya appeared backstage after it was over, a slow clap thundering from her hands. “Brava, Robin, you were very...indescribable out there,” Freya coos, false niceties always coming easy around the other measly starlet to Freya’s sun. “Did you win the talent show? First place must be nice for a change.”