Aaron and Aero had long been each of the others' best friend.
Born two minutes apart, Aaron took pride in being the eldest.
They were talented kids, the twins. Both had a fastination with performing.
Aero entered ballet, and Aaron entered singing. They were five when they switched lessons; Aaron entering ballroom, Aero singing.
They were ten when they stopped, but turned their attention to theatre. It was there that they found their calling.
Their first musical was 'Grease', and like all performances of this particular show, it went off with a hit.
Through the years they preformed in many shows, before moving to Broadway in New York the moment they graduated.
Aaron hummed as he ran his fingers over the flowers adorning his desk. His make-up artist sighed, shifting her body so she could finish his face.
"Monsieur Arruruerie, could you keep still." She snapped.
He huffed, returning to his thoughts of money and large house.
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Aero met her brother off-stage right after his bow.
"Fantastique, brother." She smiled, looping her arm through his and striding down the hall.
"We are still not good enough." He insisted. "We are nowhere near ze top, sister."
"To make it to the top takes time." One of the elder actors shook his head. Aaron and Aero shared a looked, then laughed.
"We don't have time, you old coot." Aero snorted. "We could end up like you!"
The twins nearly skipped down the hall, their mocking laughter echoing down the backstage halls.
"This dress is pretty." Aero ran her hands along the fabric, then frowned. "But it is not expensive enough to cast people's attention to moi at the party."
"Nor is this suit." Aaron agreed. "But there is a jeweler not far from here. We will buy things from there."
She nodded, following her brother out into the blustery day.
A car splashed by, drenching the sidewalk and Aero sneered as she stepped over the puddle.
"I wouldn't want-" Another car threw water up the sidewalk onto her long skirt and shoes.
"MY FOUR THOUSAND DOLLAR SHOES!" She shrieked, shaking her fist a the driver. "You asshole!"
Aaron smirked, hiding his amusement when his sister turned.
"We will return home."
Home consisted of a four floor penthouse suit with nine bathrooms, nine bedrooms and a kitchen that was twice as big as it should be.
Aero stormed to her rooms on the third floor, while Aaron retreated to his loft.
Their chef would arrive at five to cook them a four course meal, where they would proceed to stuff themselves until popping.
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Money was one thing the Arrureires had an abundance of, as well as food and space.
They never shared, they never donated, they always bought and they were vain.
The twins had everything they could ever want, except they wanted more.
Most actors they shared the stage with hated their beings with a passions.
Wires sparked, metal groaned and the musical number below continued.
Screws buckled, nearly out of their placements, nails snapped, cables broke and with a screech of rendering metal, the lighting beams and speakers broke.
Many people believed that the twins had got what was coming to them.
Many didn't know who they were.
Many didn't care and many more were disappointed with their passing.
However, there wasn't a way to save someone trapped beneath a large pile of steel, wire and glass.
Her wails permiated the air, but with a large spary of sparks, the noise cut off.
Aaron Arrurerie
Broadway Actor and brother
Aero Arrurerie
Broadway Diva and sister