"It's a lot of resposibility, but I would love to take it to see my own children grow up and to help them finding their way." See, I am all about avoiding responsibilities lmao. And you can't exactly do that with a kid.
"It isn't unusual to find more than one truth about a fact out there. Or you might say your own truth could be another ones lie." Exactly, this is a good way of phrasing it. Sometimes just discussing things with a person can simply help you add a new facet to what you already believe. I feel like it usually doesn't hurt to see a new way of thinking. "I think being or becoming fanatic is a huge problem, because a fanatic persons rejects a different opinion only because it's different from the own one." I have to agree there too. I try to avoid swinging to one extreme or another. I like to take the middle ground usually, sometimes leaning more towards one side than another. Like you said, for some people though, emotion trumps logic, which can be dangerous in cases like being anti-vax and denying climate change. "Yeah, but you're not fanatic in this case." Haha, I already went through that phase, the fight everyone who doesn't like my favorite character phase. It was a wild time. I rate it a 3/10, wouldn't recommend unless you like drama and/or want to cause yourself mild agitation. "You're an open mind and a smart one, too." Thanks lol! Honestly after having been one of those people who used to not budge at all on certain topics, I can confirm that it is so much easier to keep an open mind. It was for me anyways, much less fighting."But to be honest I somehow like both ideas." I can see why some people see her as irredeemable/evil. But I just can't because at one point in my life, I felt like my relationship with my sister was like that of Zuko and Azula's. Tbh Azula reminds me of my sister, and though I don't always get along with her and we've done some shit to each other I don't think that she's evil. So it's hard for me to see Azula as evil in that way. But I also acknowledge that there are probably Azula anti's out there who don't like her because she reminds them of someone they knew and didn't like. "it's important to keep in mind, that she wasn't born evil, she was made evil." This too, plus she's still young.
"Yeah, this fic needed a jailbird. And yes, the mohawk is it. I had trusted Google translation" Oh Google. At least it tried its best.
"I'm in doubt, that it'll be a good one." You'll be finding out in this chapter. :P

"Both sides didn't leave their ground and this is so sad. So sad, because it's not about the best and most fitting style of music anymore. Now it's only about getting their will, about getting right." Exactly, it started out pretty reasonable. But Baatar is just so hurt and tired of not being taken seriously so he put his foot down at the worst time. "His last quote is outstanding for me. WIM is her band and her band alone." It's one of those things where he kinda always felt that way but never really talked about it. "Kuriva has gave him the feeling to be insufficient." And this is something she hadn't considered until the argument. "If both really had planned to find the best style mix," True lol, they should have asked their other three members. xP But like you said, they were both being stubborn. "I don't know, if he had vocalized before, how much her rejection for his plans has hurt him," He hasn't. Not until then."He has broke up with the band and to make it worse for both, he has broke up with Kuriva. Her world ia crumbing down around her." Yes, that hit home for her. It hit a very raw spot and P'Li is not going to be happy with the sheer quantity of break up songs Kuvira is going to pump out lmao. "What a nasty and sad chapter [...] My new favourite chapter of this story so far." I love how we fic readers and writers just crave pain lol.

She hasn't budgeted for a prolonged stay. A hotel would be nice, but as things are, with their tour bus left on the mainland, They are forced to have an unexpected little camping trip. Azula supposes that camping on the beach is the best scenario, but she still doesn't care for it. She has never liked camping. But if it will aid her in saving her and Zuko's dignity, she will do it.

For what it's worth, TyLee seems to be enjoying herself. For her, sunbathing has only turned into moonbathing. She lays at the spot where the dry sand meets the wet sand and the wet sand meets the ocean water. She dips her fingers into the water, looking for all the world as if nothing is out of place. As if their livelihoods aren't at stake.

As if they hadn't thrown everything away for uncertainty.

Azula is almost envious of the girl; how she is so carefree. This mess, it is just another adventure for her. One she embarks on with a smile that the other three can't.

Mai and Zuko remain in the tent, already getting a start on trying to sleep.

But Azula can't sleep, nor can she enjoy the night and the dazzling tropical island sky. She has too much on her mind for sleep, even if she didn't sleep won't come to her without a bed. Just as much, her thoughts keep her from appreciating the view outside the tent in full. In turn, her sleeplessness leaves her just enough time to have second thoughts. To consider that her plan may only make things worse.

She buries her feet in the sand.

She doesn't notice when TyLee comes to sit next to her. "What's wrong, Azula?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I'm not worried about it. I'm worried about you."

Azula sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'm just trying to keep things in check for Southern Air Sounds. We still have a lot to do." Much to the former princess' annoyance, the girl pats her on the head, twice and with the kind of friendly affection that only TyLee can display.

"I don't know why you're worried, you do this all the time and it always works."

"Maybe for regular tours…" but she has never had to somehow find a way to build a music mover, that would help clear a scandal she'd willfully started, around an album concept that didn't quite fit it. "but this is Southern Air Sounds."

TyLee hugs her, nuzzling her cheek against Azula's. "I know it'll be perfect, your plans always are."

But these days, Azula can't agree. They aren't as fool-proof. There are too many holes.

.oOo.

The scene is set and the cameras are in place.

Perhaps it is in poor taste. But then, they aren't known for their respect. Frankly it was more in their nature, more befitting of their image to shoot in a genuine Sun Warrior temple.

Even if the Sun Warriors have long since fled, perhaps even gone extinct it feels wrong. Wrong but they need this. She needs the security of knowing that she and Zuko will never have to rely on their father again.

"Do we really have to do this, Azula?" Zuko asks.

"This one last thing and we won't have to do anything like it again." She is lying and she knows it. "They are going to have to continue the act a little longer. Perhaps for a few more performances.

"Can't we figure something else out?"

"It's the most solid plan I have." Azula replies. "This tribal concept presents a perfect opportunity. Most people know the history of the Sun Warriors and the desperate things they'd done to preserve their race. And if they don't, they can put some research in."

Zuko bites his lip.

"It'll be no different from anything else we've done. We simply have a story to base it around now." Azula replies. "We just have to use it." She glances about the temple. One carefully placed song and mover telling the tale of two siblings, forced by their chief to help repopulate their dying kin...she hopes that, that will be enough to clear the air.

If their story is strong enough she can come out with a claim that she had simply been trying to test the waters with their earlier performances. She has to omit some of the first songs she'd written for their tribal album to make room for their newfound storyline. She supposes that it doesn't matter, their new concept is stronger in some regard. This will be the first time that they try to tell a story through an album.

"Azula, this is a whole...a whole big thing, are you sure that one mover and song with that theme will work?" Zuko asks.

She knows that it won't. He doesn't yet know it, but they will have to go all out, as far as they can without crossing too many lines. She doesn't know if it is better to be forthright with him or deceitful as per-usual. So she settles for a half-truth. "We might have to do a few more things here and there to play up our story." And something that isn't a lie. Something that may even be closer to the truth. "We'll see what needs to be done as we go along."

She can see the reluctance in his eyes. "You're going to have to pretend like this doesn't bother you."

But she knows it bothers him because the hesitation works its way into the mover. It is just as well, she supposes that she can make claims about how it is his dramatic rendition of their characters' hesitance rather than their own show of weakness.

She tries her best to dull her mind as much as possible while she pushes Zuko against the wall of the temple. While she brushes her lips over his ears. She tries to work things out in her head, plan their next move. Plan how they will convey this on stage. It keeps her from contemplating the glimmer of unease, kicked up by running her fingers through Zuko's hair with a false passion as she half-sings, half-screams a lyric about her character already having a lover outside of the tribe. One that she can't be with, lest she be cast out of what remained of the tribe.

Hauntingly, it, in some way, reminds her of her true situation.

She supposes that that's what music is, an exaggerated extension of reality.

Perhaps that is what will make their act convincing.

Perhaps it is the short-term abundance of unnerve that will lead them to endless comfort in the long-run.