WHO: Liena Chen & Deaw Ahn (@ofcruelheart) WHERE: Metropolitan Opera House
Liena could still remember herself as a child curling around her mother's lap during the final scenes of a theater production. Her eyes fought to track the movements of the performers, but the youth's fleeting mind pulled her in other directions. She was too restless back then, too eager to observe the actors at a closer pace rather than stuck in the audience. Her youth mind didn't quite know the patience that inhabited her form in the present day.
Now, Liena found herself focusing on every detail of the stage. The performances were no longer a way to distract a restless mind--- they were an investment into the owner's future. Every stage needed to be perfect, and every singer needed to be precise. It was the only way an old art form could survive in the new age. That mentality was why Liena found herself especially fond of DEAW AHN. The singer's unique voice was enough to lure in even the skeptics, and the owner would be anything to keep them tucked under her thumb.
She waited for the day's practice to end before making her way backstage. She tucked herself at the stage exit, eyes waiting for that familiar form to arrive. When she finally spotted them, a light smile formed on her lips, ❝My darling Deaw.❞ She cooed, watching them like a mother watched a young child, ❝Tell me--- how are feeling about the recent rehearsals? The director isn't working you too hard, I hope?❞