♭ maple history
@mpxdiana
chelsea considers herself not just blessed because of her longstanding career and the opportunities given to her from a young age onwards, but also because of the people she managed to get to know along the way. touring across the world with her music has enabled her to meet many new people, some of which are definitely ones that stayed close to her heart.
one of those is no other than diana han, a girl just a couple years younger than her who she met almost a decade ago when she was playing in canada and who had decided at the time to come to an impromptu meet and greet of hers in a nearby bar. at this point in time, she considers the candian girl a close friend, having called her up every time she’d be in canada and meeting up without fail. it’s been several years now that she last saw the young woman, so it’s no surprise that when she spots the familiar face through a window, she’s instantly excited.
she double checks first, to make sure it’s really her friend - it seems everyone she got along with well in the past ended up at mount phoenix somehow and she wonders if their similar ancestry is part of why they get along - but then she’s rushing towards the store. the doors are open and so she rushes up with full enthusiasm, charging at her friend heedless of any other customers there might be.
“dianaaaaa!!!!!!” she squeals in total excitement, only for the cry out to be cut short halfway through when she slams bodily into the glass door that apparently was not open. which makes a lot of sense in the middle of the coldest winter korea has seen in thirty-five years, come to think of it. she has to shake her head for a moment to clear it from the impact, giving the door a closer look and then blinking at it once before moving carefully around it to just continue her excited run from there. “dianaaa oh my god hiiiii!!!!!!” she squeals as she rushes around the counter - leaping over them is not always very approved of - and throws herself around her friend’s neck.

















