Hello! Hello!

This is an AU, no powers. They start off with 'normal names' and change into their actual names as the story progresses. I have some song mentioned in the story. I personally think that its best when the whole song is not in it unless its really significant to the story. I will try to not write all the lyrics when possible. Forgive the formatting! I am writing on my phone. Please enjoy!

- Eve :)

I walked with my sisters as they chattered about some new trendy shop that popped up somewhere in the downtown shopping district. I don't know why dad thought that this would be an amazing idea. It was the only way that I could leave the house, in his words 'so early',

I had a small studio apartment not to far from the school and my dad house. I made a deal with my dad where I could leave the house that I use to call home. My therapist had helped me convince him that it would be the best for my mental health to move residency. He was so against it but already with the past six months away from the house my attitude, anxiety and over all wellbeing has made a major turn. These past year and a half hasn't been easy for any of us but I think dad knew that I was struggling more than I wanted to show. My teachers, physical therapist and regular therapist I think told him as much, those fucking snitches.

Well, actually maybe not fuck them. That I think was the final straw that actually make him listen to me and not brush me off. I had been asking to move ever since my physical therapist gave me the green light. My condition was improving after than my mental health. It was hard to improve with everything around me always making me think of her.

Anyways, the school day went smoothly. As smoothly as it could be. There's been buzz about a group that a year and some months ago became an overnight sensation with YouTube covers and original songs. I think their names was the Roughly Buddy Boys? I'm not sure but my sisters and their friends have been super excited about the recent teaser trailers that they've been hinting on their group social. I tend to keep an ear out so I can know but I also didn't care enough to give it a good old google search.

I wonder what it could be but do I care enough no. I had bigger fish to fry. Like my calculus homework that I didn't do.

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We use to walk together before and after school but I was able to snag a job at this restaurant called The Web. I wasn't gonna let this pass by me. My dad protested the job saying I needed to get better but that was all just pretext. I wasn't gonna let either one of them ruin this for me.

It was my low-key dream job to play live music to the patrons of the restaurant and bar of The Web. It worked out beautifully too. There was three regular performers and one was going on an extended vacation. I was just luck enough to have applied to fill in their empty slot. Once they came back it was still a toss up if I'd keep a lot as a performer or if I would be transitioned to a hostess. Both work for me so it really depended on the owners.

I hmm softly walking to the restaurant. The wind was so strong it took my hair and started toss my hair around me. The sound of cars and the chatter of people all around me make me feel at peace.

I huff a big big breath. I love my job but coming right after school still bites. I turn the corner into the back room where the performers and other workers enter. Greeting my coworkers I turn to the changing room. The restaurant use to be a theater so they really played into it. Making the already impressive hall into something out of a fantasy. They were one of the top restaurants in the downtown of our city Townsville.

I lock the door behind me and settle my bag down. I sit down on my section of the huge vanity to get into my routine of getting ready. I blended foundation, powder, eyeliner, a smoky brown eyeshadow look and highlights on my brow bone and the inner corner of my eye. The whole works! I put on my contacts that make my eyes a brighter green and bigger in size. I change my clothes into one of the gown they provided and fix my hair into a simple updo. I always come in earlier than I should to do this type of transformation. Sometimes I feel like it's me other times I don't know who's looking back at me. The first time I did it my coworkers couldn't even recognize me.

It makes me think of mom. The stage, the looks and everything can change us for the better or for worse. I like to think that she would be proud or happy that I'm still singing. Something that brought us all together. Shaking the thought away I walked to the side stage where they gave me the mic, ear piece and mic pack.

"And now the 6 o'clock show will now begin! Please give a warm welcome to Buttercup!" the stage announcer said.

I walked on to the stage, the lights blinding me, and was greeted with applause. I put the mic to my lips and say, "Thank you. Today we've prepared a few songs to play in the background so please continue to enjoy your delicious meals."

The room fills with applause. Some looked up waiting and some continued talking. Bringing the mic to my lips and start singing in a hush toned,

"If somehow I could leave it all behind and everything

Do you think that a bit of joy would finally come to me?

My heart is breaking and the ache will start again

And never end.. please don't say anything"