A series of poems that pave the way to a general plotline. Words, Music, and Memories interlink in mysterious ways to bring about a change in our lives.

At 12 o'clock sharp.

The auditorium was directly broadcasted live.

The stage was decorated nicely and there were flowers and carpets. A handsome man and a beautiful man presided over the event as hosts. Well, unfortunately, only the staff and family members present at the radio station could witness this. The listeners in front of the radio could not appreciate this, as they could only hear their voices.

"Our listening friends, how are you?"

"I am your host, Zhang Huo. This is my partner, Sun Mengjie."

"People have reunions during the festive season of Mid-Autumn. Welcome to our listeners for today's News, Literature and Music Channels’ live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet!"

The two hosts were the star hosts of the News Channel, and they were recognized as some of the best in the station. They were steady with their words and rarely made mistakes. Letting them be in charge of this huge event was because they were highly appreciated by the station. After saying a few words of introduction, the two hosts began to introduce today's guests.

"Let us welcome Beijing's Education Ministry's Deputy Director, Chen Kun!"

"Also Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice-President, Teacher Meng Dongguo!"

“Famous poet, Big Thunder!"

"Famous children's fairy tale author, Little Red Mushroom..."

Every introduction was met with applause.

After the introduction, the host, Zhang Huo, said beamingly, "Before the poetry meet begins, let's invite a few Teachers from the Writers' Association to come onstage to recite a poem as an opening. We also wish that the listeners in front of the radio have a good and perfect family. May your dreams come true. And may you have the best of all reunions!"

The poem recitation for the opening was clearly prepared beforehand.

Meng Dongguo was first to go onstage, and then he lightly recited, "Many Mid-Autumns underwent, but together seldom spent. Compensating it today, mellow, as a momento.”

With this sequence recited, everyone present knew what poem they were about to recite to tune up the festive mood. Of course, Zhang Ye himself was probably the only one present who had not heard of this poem.

Big Thunder went onstage, "Through the mirror, possessing two moons."

Zheng Anbang went onstage, "Wrapping silence with a wooden branch."

An old man from the Writers' Association that Zhang Ye did not recognize was the third person to follow up, "Fragrance from one tree lulls."

The last sentence was followed up by Meng Dongguo, ending the poem, "Brimming full of Fall."

Everyone enthusiastically applauded. Zhang Ye also applauded after hearing it. This poem was not bad, it was really not bad. 

This poem was "Time for Well Wishes", written by this world's famous poet, Ma Ruihong. Because of some reason, this poem was made famous everywhere. It was always a highlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only a person like Zhang Ye, who did not understand this world, did not know it. Not many others did not know of "Time for Well Wishes". Anyone of any age and gender, if pulled off the street, would be able to recite it. Yes, if an example was needed, it was the same feeling as "Hoeing millet in mid-day heat, sweat dripping to the earth beneath" in Zhang Ye's world.

Zhang Ye no longer had the intention to belittle all heroes of this world. This world was also filled with capable predecessors.

After the poem was done reciting, Beijing's Education Ministry's Deputy Director, Chen Kun, went to the podium to give his speech. Following that, Deputy Station Head Jia also went onstage to give his speech, wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival on behalf of everyone working at the Beijing Radio Station.

After a while, the main highlight came.

The female host, Sun Mengjie, said with a brilliant smile, "Thank you for the speech of the Leader. Next will be the poetry contest segment. Let me introduce the rules. Regardless of whether it is for the poems by the Teachers from the Writers' Association present, or for the poems posted by listeners on our official website, anyone who likes poems can vote three times for the works you like. Today, we have invited a notary from the Chengdong district. We will find out who is voted into the top three. So please, cherish your every vote."

Zhang Huo smiled. "Then, who will be the first Teacher?"

There were more than a dozen people from the Writers' Association. After looking at each other, Meng Dongguo walked forward, "Hurhur. Since no one came forward, then let me be the first. I have a poem." Clenching the microphone, Meng Dongguo stabilized his mind and began speaking gently, "The poem's name: ‘Thoughts of a Rainy Mid-Autumn Night’."

"Abundance of flower blossoms fall, the full moon laments the waning moon."

"Day by day the Spring resides, farewell the twilight bids."

"Thickness begets flourishing, sparseness begets Autumn farewell bidding."

"The supporting pillow hears the thunder, as the stormy rain recalls the night."

Big Thunder was the first to applaud, "Good poem!"

Another youth from the Writers' Association said, "President Meng is getting more superb!"

Zheng Anbang also nodded, "It is well-written. There are too many reunion Mid-Autumn Festival poems these days. This poem reverses the trend, writing about separation, defects and weeping. It may not give people the scene of a family reunion, so it is not suitable for the occasion, but this makes people reflect and treasure the beauty of their reunion even more. This is writing about the Mid-Autumn Festival from another angle. This part of "recalls the night" was so well-written. Hai, I don't even feel confident with my poem."

Little Red Mushroom gave a wide smile, "Old Zheng, don't compete with them. We are novel writers, so wouldn't we die of anger competing with them over poems?"

Zheng Anbang laughed, "Indeed."

The two hosts also flattered onstage. They also introduced them to the listeners since they could not see anything. "This is the Beijing Writers’ Association's Vice President Teacher Meng Dongguo's new work. Wow, just hearing this makes me intoxicated."

Meng Dongguo laughed, "Not really. Hurhur. If the listeners find it good, remember to vote for me. I came here with some stress. If my voting numbers are too low, I won't have any face to go home, so I need to try to garner some votes."

Zhang Huo said, "President Meng is too modest."

"That's right." Sun Mengjie said, "I think this poem has the looks of a champion."

"This is just the first poem, isn’t it?" Zhang Huo pretended to ask.

"Hurhur. Zhang Huo, why don't we make a bet? I'm guessing that this poem will be first." Firstly, Sun Mengjie was giving face to Meng Dongguo. Secondly, she also felt that this poem was very good.

Zhang Huo said, "Alright, so what if we bet? Then I.. will also bet that this poem will be first!"

Seeing the both of them joking around, the audience laughed. Actually, many people agreed. Meng Dongguo was a professional at this, so how can his poems be bad? With his skills placed there, and with Meng Dongguo's status placed there, he was the Writers' Association's Leader and was quite famous in Beijing. He was a veteran. Even if this poem was not flattered by them to the heavens, it was still of very high quality. It was pretty difficult for it not to get first.

Meng Dongguo went down.

The second person was Zheng Anbang. The moment he went onstage, he added onto Meng Dongguo's words, "President Meng said that he was stressed. Actually, my stress is greater. Just being after President Meng, isn't he trying to make a fool out of me? Forget it. I need to say it regardless. I'm not good at ancient poems, so let me help cheer the mood with a modern poem.”

A minute later, he finished.

Everyone was stunned as they all gave a round of applause.

Meng Dongguo praised, "This Little Shen. He kept being modest, but he actually had such a good piece of work."

The other people from the Writers' Association did not expect that a romance novel author could compose such a good modern poem. It might not be better than Meng Dongguo's, but it definitely had what it took to compete for second or third place.

The third to go onstage was a young author. However, he did not recite a poem, but said a phrase, song lyrics. Although there was no companion music, the song lyrics were still vivid and refined. It was very creative.

The fourth person was Little Red Mushroom. The moment she went up, she first said, "Let me say something first. I don't have talent writing poems. I write fairy tales. Today I will tell a fable." She began narrating. The story was about personification, making the moon into a person. It was quite beautiful.

One worked followed another.

One person followed another.

Everyone that entered the Writers' Association was not simple. They all showed their abilities.

The last person to appear was Big Thunder. His poems were always known for their magnificence. It was similar to his character. Hence, the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival had hindered his abilities slightly. He narrated a melody poem, but the effect was not as satisfactory as he had wished. It did not garner a lot of applause. However, as it had quite a lot of literary value, the melody poem managed to make people reflect a lot. Meng Dongguo and the other Teachers from the Writers' Association also gave him high praises after he came down.

"Big Thunder, it was a nice melody poem."

"Do not care about the applause. It's very good."

"Their applause is lacking because they can't understand it. They have not researched it deeply. If they listen to it several times, after some rumination, they will really find it memorable."

Big Thunder said indifferently, "I also think it's fine."

About an hour after the poetry meet started, it was almost 1 P.M.

The host, Zhang Huo, took over the microphone, "Thank you for the interesting works from the Teachers of the Writers' Association. It was indeed an eye-opener today. Every work really made me wish to not miss a single word. I'm guessing that the listeners in front of the radio must have enjoyed the feast for the ears. What are you hesitating for? Quickly vote for your favorite work. The voting deadline is at 2 P.M. sharp. Just now, the notary has told us that it takes five minutes to verify the votes. Hence, our poetry meet still has one hour and five minutes left. What will we do for the rest of the time? Let us announce the rankings from the voting website. Everyone can have a listen to the submissions by the netizens at the same time, too."

Female host, Sun Mengjie, held a tablet. There was no cellphone reception here, so most of the broadcast equipment was equipped with their own wireless signal. Hence, they could still use them. "Ah, let's see. Ranked first is Teacher Meng Dongguo's work. Let me announce the top ten."

1st place: Meng Dongguo, 23,019 votes.

2nd place: Zheng Anbang, 12,553 votes.

3rd place: Dong Fei, 9,813 votes.

4th place: Little Red Mushroom, 9,681 votes.

And so on and so forth. The top ten were all people from the Writers' Association. Meng Dongguo was leading far ahead. Dong Fei was also a very famous modern poet in the Writers' Association. They all swept up the top spots. Even though Big Thunder's poem was not well-received amongst the station's staff, it had also obtained 10th place. Only at 11th place was there a netizen's work.

The host read it out.

This piece of work called "Wind Breaking Through the Clouds" was not bad. But it was just not bad. There was always a difference between a professional and an amateur. One could tell just from the votes.


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

June 3, 2012 – Sunday 10 am – Okuba, Nabla
""""""Dear Payew, 
Congratulations! On behalf of Rinowra School of Ouigab, I am pleased to announce of your admission into the 12th grade for this coming 2012 – 2013 school year.
The academic achievements you have achieved within your school reflect what we value, respect, and expect from our students. Ambition, compassion, and curious intellect are the foundations of the Rinowra School experience. Be proud to have joined a select group of students. 
For 72 years, students who have entered Rinowra School have left prepared for success in their college education. Rinowra graduates gain a clear advantage among their peers and boast an admission rate of over 90% into the best universities around the world. We believe that the personalized education we provide and are still striving to improve, allows our students to thrive both in the campus and in their future studies.
Payew, we are excited that you have been accepted to join the Rinowra School Class of 2013. Please review the enclosed 'Checklist' for the next steps needed to make our school a part of your future. If you … """""""
I'm accepted. I'm surprised. Even though I'm the top of my grade in my high school, it's a fact that public schools in general are lacking compared to those high schools for the rich. However, I know I deserve it. Even though I'm from a public high school, I've given extra effort to study and read outside the curriculum to be number 1.
I actually don't care about being number 1 in my school; I just followed Tayaw's advice. Before he went off to college, he said 'Don't just study hard for the sake of studying. Make sure that every lesson on the textbook; know how to apply them in real life.' It was hard at first. If it was how I studied before, I would just memorize things and I'm good. But when I started studying and researching on each subjects, my reading basically multiplied. 
Thankfully, knowing how to apply them to practice made the stuff I read go down easier. The amount of information I also process while studying made me realize I've become smarter. I can connect information easier, and my memory improved as well. While I reduced the time of reading, my time applying the knowledge increased.
"That's the admission letter? Congratulations man." Tayaw said when he saw the letter on my hand. He came for a visit again after coming from Italy as an acclaimed movie director. I can't believe a world famous director is still sleeping in a bunk bed in my bedroom. 
"Yeah. It sounded braggy." I said. "Well. They have the right to. That's why I chose it for you." Tayaw said. 
Instead of applying to the Preparatory High School near dad's auto shop like the family talked about, Tayaw instead had me apply at Rinowra in Ouigab. It's not a boarding school, but still one of the best private high schools in the whole Northern Teungeb.
"mm. That's good. It actually won't make a difference what you study. Just study the way you're doing, and you'll be fine." Tayaw said. He's assuring me, but I'm honestly anxious. 
"Hah. Easy for you to say. I heard they're full of snobby kids from rich families." I said. "Hey. That school is different. They only care about grades. Sure, there may be a lot of rich kids there, but if they worked hard in studying, I bet they did not have the time to learn to be snobby." Tayaw said. 
"I'm jealous of you man. You didn't study hard in high school and now, according to dad, you can now retire if you want to and go for vacation for the rest of your life. I wish I'm an author too." I said. Sincerely, but I hid it in a jesting tone. I know though that I'm not an artist like him. Writing songs, writing books, and making a movie, and I don't even know how to do them even if I'm given millions of BGCs to start. I can say for sure because since Tayaw became a famous author, I've tried writing songs and stories in my spare time. 
"Hey. Play to your strengths. You're book smart and you can apply what you learn in real life. Just look at your garden in the backyard. I would not believe you grew that from just the knowledge you read from books. Look at your old game boy, you fixed it yourself after looking it up on the internet. Not everyone can do that." Tayaw said, which consoled me.
"Strength. Is that why mom and dad don't care if Agew don't get high grades? Making good vases is his strength?" I asked. 
"Exactly. And painting stuff too. He's good with his hands.  Now. Do you like learning things?" Tayaw asked. "Yes. It was fun measuring the area of our lot, how much of it is occupied by the house, how much is spare for other stuff. You know that whe-" "Alright. The point is you're having fun doing it. As long as you're having fun doing something productive, it's good." Tayaw said and went back to fiddling with his laptop. 
Why is he always busy? He's already rich and he just finished a movie. "What are you doing?" I asked out of curiosity. "Oh. I've wrote a lot of songs, but I can't possibly perform them all. I'm writing them down to sell. " Tayaw replied. 'Possibly'? "Just how many songs have you written?" I asked. "I don't know. Thousands? I'm sorting out the best ones." He explained as if it's no big deal.
"thousands… Then that's hundreds of albums, huh?" I read on the internet that an album at least have 7 or 8 songs as long as they're 31 minutes or more combined. "No. It's not that simple. Most of them are not good enough." He said. "So aside from writing books you wrote the lyrics too? How did you write lyrics for thousands of songs?" I asked, overwhelmed by the amount of work it will take. "What? Ah. I've misspoke. The songs I'm talking about are just the music. I've not written lyrics for them yet." He said. 
Still, that's a lot of work. "I see. Is that American band the only people you've sold songs to?" "Sold-.. Yes. They're the only ones for now. Hey. How's your English by the way?" Tayaw asked me suddenly. "It's going okay, I guess. I'm listening to recorded radio shows. I'm making some simple poems to practice too." I said. Whenever I do gardening or walk to and from school, I've recently gotten into radio shows. Aside from that, I also listen to Tayaw's English songs. 
"Poems? What type of poems?" Tayaw asked, showing interest, which he usually doesn't. Now I wish I had not told him about the poems. "They're just for practice. They're not anything special." I said. "Why?" "Well, because it's not formal English. I'm just writing casual stuff to remember new words I learned." I said.
"That's good. That's good. Do you write Teungebian poems too?" He asked, thankfully not insisting. "Yeah. I use them to memorize stuff so they don't really form … coherent stories." I explained. It's fun doing them. Since elementary school, long before I studied using Tayaw's 'apply into practice' style, I always wrote poems to memorize stuff easier instead of acronyms that I always forget. "That's good. Let's say you don't have to use formal writing, and you form coherent stories, can you still write poems?" He asked. Can't he just ask if I can write actual poems?
"Yeah. I think so. I don't know if they're good though. Why?" I asked. "Well, can you let me take a look at your poems?" He brought it up again. I know he will insist or bribe. But I feel guilty whenever he bribes using stuff that are much more valuable than the simple things he wants from me. I also know he doesn't like embarrassing people, so I guess I just have to show him. "Alright." 
A minute later, *flip* *flip* *flip* "hmm… mmm.. mmhhhmm.. hmm? Hmm." basing on his expression, at least he doesn't seem to hate it. "You wanna move in my house at Ouigab?" He suddenly asked. "On August?" I asked. "On August. My bed room is large enough for two beds." He explained. So, he has a house too in Ouigab? He can afford it but he never told mom and dad he bought one. 
"Yeah? Why can't just get a spare room then?" I asked. It's a valid question. If he bought a house, then he definitely bought a large one just like the one he bought in New York. "Well. You know the band I played with in my YouTube Channel? They live with me. We make music." He explained. It makes sense now. At least I know now that he's at least not living alone. He's even living 1,2,3 …  6 people! He's living with more people than he did when he was living here. He's not lonely. 
"Alright! I'll go." I'm excited. It's only two months and I can't wait. 
"You're 16 now. Had your driver's license yet?" He asked. "YEAHP. But.. Dad doesn't allow me to drive by myself when I drive here to and from his workshop in Jebung … He gets yell-y too, but I get why." I said. "Hmm? That's a long drive. SO you're driving to his workshop now huh." He said in surprise. It is understandable. 65 kilometers, more than an hour drive on zig zags is tough. "At first, I would always feel spent. But now, I don't feel as tired." I assured, when I saw the worried look on his face. 
"Alright. Be careful. If you can drive safely without even leaving a scratch on dad's van, I may even buy you a car when you get to Ouigab." He said. I'm gob smacked. I don't even know what to say.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Edward is a romantic man. His face is very handsome. His hair is brown with green eyes. Many girls fall in love with him. He is also good at singing in a very melodious voice.. Edward has a sweet voice and he has a band. Unfortunately his father, who was a government official, did not allow him to study music majors because he considered music art could not be used as a way of life. When Edward chose to major in literature with his father was forced to allow. According to his father majoring in literature is better than majoring in music.

Edward had long loved Alena, starting with their meeting at Cafe Betrix. Edward reprimands Alena who is sitting alone enjoying coffee. Alena, who was thinking about Nizam, didn't mind talking to Edward. Alena secretly liked Edward's green eyes like an emerald and her very sweet voice

Edward is a calm and gentle man. He was not as petty as Justin who was always after him. Edward prefers to send poems or flowers. Maybe if Alena's heart wasn't filled with Nizam she would love Edward. But unfortunately She only loved Nizam. Edward repeatedly invited dinner to Alena, but Alena always refused this time. It was unexpected, Alena would accept his dinner invitation even at a Middle Eastern restaurant.

At 7:00 pm Alena was ready with a yellow dress. The long-sleeved dress She bought suddenly at a famous boutique. Alena even included a matching long veil even though it was just covering her head. Clutch black handbag. Again, high heel shoes adorn her long legs. Pearl necklaces, earrings and bracelets indeed show that Alena is not an ordinary woman. When Edward picked her up he was stunned. Smiling sweetly Alena said "You don't mind if I wear clothes like this.?"

Edward shook his head. "You wear whatever looks beautiful". said Edward.

"Thank you," answered Alena. She then took Edward's hand to Edward's car. Shortly thereafter the car rolled along with the song Ed Sheeran made the trip more romantic.

Middle Eastern restaurants on this street are very fancy. As soon as the car entered the restaurant the doorman welcomed us and then parked Edward's car. Alena stepped with certainty while Edward was a little awkward because this was the first time he had entered the Middle Eastern Restaurant.

When the List menu was given Edward said. "Choose it for me too because I don't understand the Middle Eastern menu."

"Don't Worry ... Arabic food is really delicious. You will definitely like it," Alena answered while browsing the menu with her tapering fingers. Love shape diamond ring adorn her finger. She also wears nail art on her nails.

"We ordered briyani rice as the main menu, hummus for appetizers. Bastani ice cream as dessert and Basbousa. Edward looked at Alena with mixed feelings, love, affection and admiration. Since first meeting her love never broke only Alena had never replied. Only sometimes does She reply to messages on social media or comment "nice" if he sends poems, and finally the poems end up being a song uploaded to Youtube.

While waiting for food, Alena and Edward chatted. While chatting Alena's eyes instead searched for Nizam. Cyntia said that almost every night Nizam had dinner here with two of his friends. There aren't many good Middle Eastern restaurants here. So Nizam always eats at the restaurant. Incidentally Alena also likes to eat Middle Eastern food so quite memorized some Middle Eastern food menus.

"Alena ... is this dinner the answer to my love for you?" Edward asked impatiently. Alena, who would drink rose-scented tea with a touch of cinnamon, did not lift her cup. She looked at Edward's Emerald Eyes. Why are there such beautiful eyes ... whispered Alena in her heart. Why I did not fall in love with him but why should I fall in love with that annoying iceberg.

"I can't be sure of that. I don't want to lie to you. I just need a friend to share my feelings. Do you mind, if you mind consider this dinner a mistake and I guarantee I won't repeat it again". Alena's voice sounded soft as if helpless. He is helpless to face the destiny that love cannot be forced. She really wanted to love Edward but that feeling never appeared even though he repeatedly tried to arouse feelings of love for Edward. 

Suddenly a feeling of sin came over her increasingly fragile heart. She felt guilty because She actually only used Edward. I'm sorry, Edward ... Alena whispered. Love can not be forced but can be fought for. Alena secretly bet with herself whether her love will win or Edward's love will win.

"Don't say that, Alena. It makes my heart sad. I'll be patient until you can open your heart. For now, think of me as your friend." Edward answered in a hoarse voice. Alena murmured "Thank you Edward ..."

Finally, because Nizam could not take it anymore, He said softly, "Alena ... Alena ..." 
 The summoned finally looked up. Nizam gripped the back of the chair. He caught the fire of anger emanating from Alena's beautiful eyes. "I'm sorry Alena ... I ... I forgot to tell you about the Harem ..."

Alena growled and she got up and lunged at Nizam. She immediately beat Nizam with her hands. Alena's lack of power only makes Nizam amused. But Nizam acted like he was suffering from being beaten by Alena.

"You are a liar !! You said you would only make me a second wife. In fact, you have a lot of wives ... thump ... thump ... thump ..." Alena beat Nizam with both her hands.

"Please Alena. I admit that I was wrong ... Forgive me. It was not my wish, but my mother provided it" Alena was still hysterical while beating her husband. Until suddenly Alena stabbed her mouth on Nizam's shoulder and Alena bit Nizam's shoulder. Nizam immediately startled. Pain hit him. Unable to hold back Nizam immediately screamed in pain.

"Ouch, Alena What are you doing? .. Ouch..Alena it's hurt Honey. Please don't do that .." Nizam moaned in pain because he was bitten by Alena. Both of Nizam's hands were on Alena's head trying to release Alena's bite. Nizam lied to her too much'

Alena is a girl from Indonesia. She involved in intrigue in the Palace with other wives of Prince Nizam. The struggle for power in the harem and the love of the prince put her life in danger. Moreover, then Nizam held a royal revolution to erase all customs that were contrary to his beliefs.

Can Alena maintain her life and love in the Royal Palace of Azura? And has Nizam succeeded in revolutionizing his country? (21+)

Edward is a romantic man. His face is very handsome. His hair is brown with green eyes. Many girls fall in love with him. He is also good at singing in a very melodious voice... Edward has a sweet voice and he has a band. Unfortunately, his father, who was a government official, did not allow him to study music majors because he considered music art could not be used as a way of life. When Edward chose to major in literature with his father was forced to allow. According to his father majoring in literature is better than majoring in music.
 
Edward had long loved Alena, starting with their meeting at Cafe Beatrix. Edward reprimands Alena who is sitting alone enjoying coffee. Alena, who was thinking about Nizam, didn't mind talking to Edward. Alena secretly liked Edward's green eyes like an emerald and her very sweet voice
 
Edward is a calm and gentleman. He was not as petty as Justin who was always after him. Edward prefers to send poems or flowers. Maybe if Alena's heart wasn't filled with Nizam she would love Edward. But unfortunately, She only loved Nizam. Edward repeatedly invited dinner to Alena, but Alena always refused this time. It was unexpected, Alena would accept his dinner invitation even at a Middle Eastern restaurant.
 
At 7:00 pm Alena was ready with a yellow dress. The long-sleeved dress She bought suddenly at a famous boutique. Alena even included a matching long veil even though it was just covering her head. Clutch black handbag. Again, high heel shoes adorn her long legs. Pearl necklaces, earrings, and bracelets indeed show that Alena is not an ordinary woman. When Edward picked her up he was stunned. Smiling sweetly Alena said, "You don't mind if I wear clothes like this.?"
 Edward shook his head. "You wear whatever looks beautiful". said, Edward.
 "Thank you," answered Alena. She then took Edward's hand to Edward's car. Shortly thereafter the car rolled along with the song Ed Sheeran made the trip more romantic.
 Middle Eastern restaurants on this street are very fancy. As soon as the car entered the restaurant the doorman welcomed us and then parked Edward's car. Alena stepped with certainty while Edward was a little awkward because this was the first time he had entered the Middle Eastern Restaurant.
 When the List menu was given Edward said. "Choose it for me too because I don't understand the Middle Eastern menu."
 "Don't Worry ... Arabic food is really delicious. You will definitely like it," Alena answered while browsing the menu with her tapering fingers. Love shape diamond ring adorns her finger. She also wears nail art on her nails.
 "We ordered biriyani rice as the main menu, hummus for appetizers. Bastani ice cream as dessert and Basbousa. Edward looked at Alena with mixed feelings, love, affection, and admiration. Since the first meeting, her love never broke only Alena had never replied. Only sometimes does She reply to messages on social media or comment "nice" if he sends poems, and finally the poems end up being a song uploaded to Youtube.
 
While waiting for food, Alena and Edward chatted. While chatting Alena's eyes instead searched for Nizam. Cyntia said that almost every night Nizam had dinner here with two of his friends. There aren't many good Middle Eastern restaurants here. So Nizam always eats at the restaurant. Incidentally, Alena also likes to eat Middle Eastern food so quite memorized some Middle Eastern food menus.
 
"Alena ... is this dinner the answer to my love for you?" Edward asked impatiently. Alena, who would drink rose-scented tea with a touch of cinnamon, did not lift her cup. She looked at Edward's Emerald Eyes. Why are there such beautiful eyes ... whispered Alena in her heart. Why I did not fall in love with him but why should I fall in love with that annoying iceberg.
 
"I can't be sure of that. I don't want to lie to you. I just need a friend to share my feelings. Do you mind, if you mind consider this dinner a mistake and I guarantee I won't repeat it again". Alena's voice sounded soft as if helpless. He is helpless to face the destiny that love cannot be forced. She really wanted to love Edward but that feeling never appeared even though he repeatedly tried to arouse feelings of love for Edward.
 
Suddenly a feeling of sin came over her increasingly fragile heart. She felt guilty because She actually only used Edward. I'm sorry, Edward ... Alena whispered. Love can not be forced but can be fought for. Alena secretly bet with herself whether her love will win or Edward's love will win.
 
"Don't say that, Alena. It makes my heart sad. I'll be patient until you can open your heart. For now, think of me as your friend." Edward answered in a hoarse voice. Alena murmured, "Thank you, Edward ..."

What will happen if an innocent girl gets caught in the love of a royal crown prince?

How does it feel if the girl has to spend the first night being watched by the queen, the maids, the female elders just to make sure that the girl is still a virgin?

How could the girl face the princesses who were the concubines of the prince?

How can the girl face the people who want to get rid of her from the palace?

There is a lot of love, affection, friendship, hatred, blood, power struggles, infidelity going on in the palace. Alena, that girl must be able to face everything.

Alena has no power, she is just an innocent girl who doesn't know anything. Her love for Nizam, the crown prince of the Azura kingdom, makes her survive and fight all the evil that leads to her. (Mature, 21+)

Li Yunyang glanced at Le Xuan, wondering if he should be shameless too.
Le Xuan, however, couldn't be angrier, because Wang Hao was messing around under her name. She would probably have to take the blame for him later.
"Ms. Le Xuan, I…" Li Yunyang summoned his courage, hoping to confess his love.
"Don't think about things you shouldn't think about. If you do, I'll shoot you…" Le Xuan interrupted Li Yunyang coldly. She knew Li Yunyang's intention very well, but she was not interested in that kind of thing at all at this time.
Li Yunyang was frustrated again.
Xia Weiwei giggled. "Li Yunyang, I feel sorry for you. Can you not tell that Le Xuan is only jealous?"
Li Yunyang looked at Le Xuan and then Wang Hao who had a girl in his arms. He suddenly felt that his heart was broken.
Le Xuan glared at Xia Weiwei and smacked Xia Weiwei's head hard.
"Ah…" Xia Weiwei immediately shouted.
Her shouting woke up Zhao Yiling, who was still in Wang Hao's arms. Blushing, she shoved Wang Hao away and stepped back.
Wang Hao glared back at Xia Weiwei as she had ruined his business. However, he found it really easy to trick modern girls with ancient poems!
Right then, all the young men came back to themselves and stared at Wang Hao angrily.
Zhao Yiling was beautiful and had a powerful background. Naturally, she was the perfect goddess in their eyes.
However, a jackass who could write nothing but erotic limericks had kissed their goddess right in front of them. That was intolerable!
"Boy, where are you from?"
"You hugged the lady? You'd better cut your hands off right now."
"We're going to smash his mouth today so that he'll know there are certain people he can't touch."
"Someone, beat him up right now…"
"…"
Hearing that, Zhao Yiling immediately turned cold, and a terrifying storm swept across the field. "Shut up!"
Everybody was stunned by the thunderous warning.
When they came back to themselves, they all lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe aloud.
Wang Hao was quite shocked too, because Zhao Yiling was almost a natural-born queen. Nobody dared to argue with her at all. No wonder even Ye Qing was such a coward in front of her.
"To tell you the truth, I'm holding the party today exactly for him!" Zhao Yiling pointed at Wang Hao.
Everybody whispered to each other after hearing that.
"A party for this man? Seriously?"
"The lady never held any parties before, and she's holding a party for a man?"
"How can a man who can only write erotic limericks deserve such a privilege?"
"But I've been told that he has created some formal poems too."
"He must've copied them from other places!"
"No, I just searched online. Those poems have never been published before."
"It means that this man really knows a thing or two about literature."
"I remember that the lady said that her future husband must be adept at both martial arts and literature. She must be very interested in this man now."
"So, this party tonight is the lady's test for this man?"
"Probably. I didn't think that the lady would ever grow interested in a man."
"But that man seems only around eighteen, and the lady is already twenty-two. She's a couple of years older than him."
"That's nothing. Maybe the lady likes younger men."
"Oh, my lady, my goddess!"
"…"
"I trust that you will not disappoint me…" Zhao Yiling put on a sweet smile and gently fixed his collar.
"You're really a troublemaker!"
Wang Hao glared at Zhao Yiling. This woman must've intentionally made all these men hate him. He must get back at her for all the trouble she caused him.
Le Xuan took a deep breath in relief, feeling lucky that Wang Hao and she swapped their identities, or she would be dead for sure if she were asked to compete with them.
"What do we do now?" Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao couldn't be graver. They laid their hands on their weapon, ready to rush out.
"Don't do anything yet!" Ling Xiao stopped them. "My junior brother is a distinguished poet. With the poems he created before, I don't think any of them can defeat him."
"What?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao were stunned. What was that supposed to mean? Were Wang Hao's poems all written by him? Was it not a joke?
They never questioned Wang Hao's ability in creating erotic limericks, but they found it hard to believe that Wang Hao could create beautiful poems.
"All the poems are indeed written by Wang Hao himself." Xia Weiwei had just searched online and found no information on Wang Hao's works.
Besides, if anyone had created those classic poems earlier, the poems would've spread out a long time ago, but Xia Weiwei had never heard about them before, so they could've only been written by Wang Hao.
Although it was hard to believe, it was the only truth, and she had to believe it.
"Are you serious?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao felt like worshiping Wang Hao.
In terms of martial arts, Wang Hao had proved that he was a monster with his unparalleled talents.
In terms of pharmaceutics, he had turned into a level-three Medical Grandmaster when he was only seventeen.
In terms of music, the market price of Walking Wolves had soared by millions of times in only a couple of days.
Now, he was awesome at literature too. Would their boss not stop until everybody in the world was shocked to death?
Of course, what they admired Wang Hao for the most was his shamelessness.
As long as Wang Hao resorted to shamelessness, he would be able to solve any problem in the world more than easily.
"Hehe. This place seems lively. I've come at the right moment!" An old man laughed and walked close.
Everybody looked back, only to see a white-haired old man in vintage close approaching them like an ancient scholar. Next to the old man was an obedient girl.
"It's Master Guo Yunzi!"
Seeing the old man, everybody exclaimed and paid tribute to him.
Qian Wanyang came to Wang Hao's side and whispered, "Boss, Guo Yunzi is a famous poet in the Glorious Sky Federation. Zhao Yiling has obviously invited him here on purpose!"
"Whatever her purpose is, I'm sure that someone will have to carry him out of here if he dares to piss me off…" Wang Hao snorted in disdain.
Le Xuan felt a strong headache coming on, as she had foreseen more trouble…


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…


Episode 88 - Country of Music 2 'Eugene's unwanted spotlight'

The King raised his hand, motioning for the instrumentalists to play.
"Well, well." The King paused. Continuing, he spoke with sympathy in his voice. "Why don't you relax and release all your tension from your long trip by listening to some music?"
Before anyone could reject or refuse, he sternly added. "Please sit."
"...." Didn't we get tense because of you? Eugene rolled her eyes in her head, walking with the others to their stoned bench to sit.
Ario moved to the King's side and continued his introduction. "My King, this is Duke Earnest of the Marleigh family, and Duke Amos of the Rodriguez family. They are Xenperia's military general and Xenperia's Great Noble's." He motioned with his hands to Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez as he spoke.
"Welcome, Welcome!" The King spoke with a smile on his face. His previous prey-like behavior, no longer on display.
'Bi-polar?' Eugene blinked at the King's sudden change of character.
"Thank you very much for inviting us. We will be in your majesty's hospitality for the next five days." The quiet Duke of Marleigh spoke, nodding his head to the King.
'The quiet man will take care of all the talks this week?' Eugene looked at Duke Marleigh in surprise. Even Louis, Ron, Aeselak, and Euria looked at Duke Marleigh in shock.
"Hm!" The Emperor hummed, nodding to Duke Marleigh.
Motioning to the children, Ario continued. "These are the 8 Paladin of Xenperia, L-"
"I know who they are." The King cut Ario, raising his hands to stop him from speaking.
'Again?' Eugene glanced at the King and Ario in suspicion. Raising her eyebrows, she thought back to the Chinese drama her former manager forced her to watch.
The King was rude. But his rudeness was the type of rudeness of a typical romance-tragedy tv genre. He was like those overbearing male-lead characters doing the wrong things to get his female-lead.
'Hmm..' Eugene rubbed her chin, turning her detective radar on.
According to her insights, men in these types of shows treat the person they fancy badly because the person they fancy doesn't return their romantic feelings. Seeing as to how the King always stopped Ario from talking, or when he showed the whole world he just bedded four men, this theory was definitely right!
'So when he showed those four men to everyone, it wasn't to us, but Ario huh?' Eugene finally concluded.
'Ario sure is brave to refuse the King's advances.' Eugene glanced at Ario.
Ario was currently smiling gently towards them, as if nothing was wrong, as if he was never interrupted. To this Eugene wanted to laugh!
'Ahh.. this King!' Eugene shook her head in her mind. 'Even though he stands above everyone, is a Supreme leader who commands overall, he still can't get a man he likes!' Eugene gently tapped on the stone-bench she was sitting on in fascination with this situation.
"A pity.." Eugene mumbled to herself, not knowing that the two Dukes heard her.
_
"Do you know how to play instruments, or write poems?" The King spoke to the Dukes, his eyes closed as if he was enjoying the harps playing in the background.
"No, Your Majesty. We are military men, so we are not familiar with these types of arts." Duke Rodriguez replied in honesty. All he knew was military drills. Poems and music was not something he touched.
"Ahh.." The King hummed. "So, you love blood and those explosion weapons?" The King raised his brows in question.
"And the children?" The King continued, being persistent on this subject. Glancing at a grey-like-white hair boy, he pointed. "Sure enough, you know one or the other?" The King smiled. His smile hinted that he had no expectations what-so-ever.
"I only know how to play the key," Louis honestly replied. And sure enough, the King's grin got wider.
"However," Louis looked at the King blankly. "When it comes to poems, my sister seems to be well versed at, Your Majesty."
"....." The King dropped his grin. "Hmm.." Chuckling, he questioned. "Your sister?" He glanced at the two identical girls. One had grey eyes, and the other had blood-colored eyes.
"Hahaha!" The King suddenly laughed! "I shall look forward to your sister's poem then!" The King lazily held his face with his hands as he laughed. Within a second, he ceased all laughter, becoming serious all of a sudden.
"If they don't live up to expectations, you know what that entails… right?" The King raised his brows at Louis, attempting to scare the little boy.
"..." Eugene blinked, blankly staring at Louis and the King. 'By sister… Did Louis mean her and Euria?' Eugene tilted her head to the side. ' So.. Euria is good at poems?' Eugene turned towards Euria who was stuffing her mouth with grapes.
Realisation hit her! 'No.. he meant her!' Eugene sharply turned her head towards Louis!
'Wait. Wait. Wait! Wait, one minute! What do 'you know what that entails' mean??!?!?' Eugene rapidly blinked her eyes.
Even Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez were staring at Louis in shock!
"Yes Your Majesty, I understand." Louis's lips raised.
'What do you mean you understand?! For what reasons am I involved in this situation!? Am I going to be executed if I don't live up to expectations?!?! And most importantly, why are you smiling!??' Eugene's head exploded with questions! She wants Louis killed right this moment!
"Alright then!" The king replied happily, not giving a chance for Eugene to refuse! The King then motioned for the men playing the harp to come over.
On their way, the men grabbed papers and ink before walking to the King. Handing the things to Ario, Ario then handed multiple papers to Louis who then forced it into Eugene's hands.
"....." Eugene who suddenly received the tools glared at Louis before glancing at her opponents sitting across her. They too were staring at her, gently smiling.
"Alright then, shall we begin?" The King excitedly waved his sleeves for everyone to begin.
"Haa…" Eugene sighed, giving in to the current situation. What can a small girl like her do anyway? She picked up her brush and before she could think, the King spoke again.
"Oh, as for the rewards. This King will grant you anything you want." Continuing, he added. "The loser… well… The loser should take a swim around the lake? Hahaha!" The King boldly announced, shocking everyone in the room.
"YOUR MAJESTY!" Ario shouted, jumping up in shock!
Startled, the King furrowed his eyebrows at Ario. "You spooked me. Why are you raising your voice as if it's not a good idea?" The King raised his brows in question.
"....." Ario looked down.
"Reply." The King threatened.
With his head down, Ario softly replied. "It's nothing."
"...." Eugene glanced back and forth between the two. 'Well, swimming in the lake during summer is nothing.' Eugene optimistically thought. 'But then again, why would I lose?'
She glanced at Ario who was shifting around in discomfort and the King smiling, pleased because of Ario's reaction.
Eugene silently shook her head before feeling a nudge on her waist. Turning, she saw Aernest looking at her worriedly.
'Quickly write!' Aernest silently communicated, sending a telepathic message to Eugene.
'I know!' Eugene telepathy back.
Glancing at her blank paper, Eugene sighed again.
She wasn't one who cared much about poems but because of her career, many of her lines had to be poetic. Some roles required her to say elegant and sophisticated sentences. 'Ha...Those days were tiring.' Eugene daydreamed.
'I'm sorry poets! I shall steal your poems!' Eugene made up her mind. In deep thoughts, she twirled around her clean brush. 'Long poems were boring, but short poems wouldn't look good.'
The paper-cloth they gave her was thin and transparent. It was roughly the size of her whole body.
'What poem is appropriate in this setting?' Eugene tapped her brush, hesitating about what poems she should use. She had way too many options! She could use poems from her scripts, or famous poems everyone knows!
"Hmmm.." Eugene heard a hum. Glancing towards the noise, she saw the King smiling towards the poets who were currently acting shy and coy. Their faces were red and looked as if they were deeply in love with the King.
'..... Hello? Why are you flirting mid-competition?' Eugene frowned. 'Were they taking me lightly?' Eugene's mood dropped.
"Ha. Ha," Eugene suddenly laughed, an idea popping into her head. Should she write down poems about H.I.V, and that practicing un-safe xxx would lead to unwanted diseases?!? SHOULD SHE?!?
The loving atmosphere is too cringy! Should she destroy it with this brush and paper!?
"I'm finished." A soft voice suddenly announced.
Glancing up, Eugene stared at the Poet who was also looking in Eugene's direction. The mock in his eyes when he saw that Eugene's paper was pale of any ink. '... That's it, I'm executing you.' Eugene silently thought.
"I'm done too, Your Majesty" The 2nd poet also announced. Unlike the first poet, he never glanced at Eugene but only at Ario's direction.
'The jealous type.' Eugene's detective radar actively picked on.
"Alright then, begin when you are ready." The King smiled, motioning for the first poet to read out his poem.
Before the poet began to read, the Dukes and the Paladins worriedly glanced Eugene's way. They were anxious because she hasn't written anything yet. Even Louis, the culprit behind the scenes, furrowed his eyebrows.
Eugene shook her head to relay that everything was alright. Putting her brush down, she glanced across the room to the Poet who stood up to read.
'Everything is alright.' She didn't need to write to remember her poems. She was, after all, using poems from her former world. Besides, she was going to decide which poems to use after her opponents finished reciting. This way, she will have the advantage to counter their attacks and win!
The 1st poet nodded to the King, indicating that he was ready.
"You may begin." The King replied, crossing his legs and closing his eyes to listen.
"Yes, Your Majesty" The 1st poet with bobbed hair replied.
Shifting his body towards the guests, he began in a sad, sorrowful voice that came up from nowhere.
"Let your children be flowers,
Free from pains and hardships,
Oh, god, overestimations,
Lead to eternal sleep,
Regrets and pains,
Are not worth your greed.
Innocent innocent flowers,
We pray for thoust loss"
The bobbed hair man ended, swiping tears that dripped down from the corner of his eyes.
"....." Everyone stopped breathing.
Eugene felt her face dropping. With a face devoid of any emotions, she glanced at the people sitting beside her.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez's faces were completely black. Even Louis and Aedelak who normally didn't show any emotions looked stiff.
The poem roughly translates to:
"Let your children be flower" - 'Let the children be children.'
"Free from pains and hardships" - 'Free the children from adult's war.'
"Oh, god, overestimations." - 'You're overestimations.'
"Lead to eternal sleep" - 'Will kill your children.'
"Regrets and Pain" - 'You will regret and face the worst agony'
"Are not worth your greeds" - 'Their death isn't worth adult's greed.'
"Innocent innocent flowers" - 'The children are innocent.'
"We pray for thoust loss" - 'We pray for your loss'
The last line of the poem was problematic. They weren't dead yet, yet the poem was praying for their loss. This was something that should never be said to someone who was still alive, as it brings bad luck. Not to mention, the poem was certain that they were going to die.
"Young Miss." Aedelak softly muttered. She broke character and publicly glared at Louis for putting Eugene into this situation!
Clenching his hand for 2 seconds to release his unwanted emotion, Louis glanced at Eugene. To his surprise, Eugene was smiling as if she was holding in her laughter.  Following her gaze, Louis saw that the King too had the same reaction.
Like Eugene, the King of Zene almost burst out laughing. Sending love eyes to the poet, began to clap in acknowledgment.
This action of his made Eugene lean for her STD poems even more!
Eugene looked at Ario who had the same dark expression as Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez. The three stayed silent, looking as if their mouths were stuffed with paper.
"What's wrong? What's happening, sister?" Aernest noticed the dark atmosphere and asked.
"Hmm... They are sick." Eugene replied, loud enough for the people sitting on her side to hear. By sick, Eugene meant mentally ill.
"Sick? What sickness?" Euria furrowed her eyebrows and asked. Her cheeks, now stuffed with watermelon.
"Hmm.." Eugene pondered for a moment before replying in all seriousness. "This sickness is in the head. It's called being mentally dysfunctional or mentally disabled. They only contract this sickness when one feels inferior to you."
Eugene smiled, knowing what poem she was going to use to counter.
"Huh? I don't understand what you are saying, sister." Euria drooped chin, displaying her double chin publicly.
Eugene shook her head, her eyes conveying that Euria was too young to understand.
"Sister, I also do not get it!" Aernest chimed in, seeing that Eugene wasn't going to elaborate further. She was always like this, using difficult words that he couldn't understand when they were around people of older age! She becomes a different person when she meets different people, especially when she encounters people she dislikes!
Eugene softly sighed, before explaining. "They are sad people. Every day, every year, every second, they are sad people. People we should pity!" Eugene explained in simple terms. "Their heads are broken into many pieces."
".....Psh…" Ron Graeme snorted, unable to hold back his laughter.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez too had a hard time holding in their laughter. They were worried for Eugene but seeing her saying that the people across from them are basically retards, they felt relief. She was still alright with the competition!
Elbowing Louis, Ron Graeme whispered. "Your sister is amazing. So young yet as sharp as a sword. I really don't want to be the one she talks about! It's too hurtful!"
Louis shook his head. He was worried over nothing. In these types of situations, Eugene was the best person to play. And that was simply because she was young yet sharp.
Because she was young, she could get away with anything and that was why he had Eugene be put in the spotlight instead of him…
Okay, that was a lie. He just wanted to see Eugene give up…

On her last breath, she thought, "it wouldn't matter if I died." But when her eyes opened again, a baby clinged onto her out of nowhere. They said it was her twin sister!?-Cross that- She became a baby? -Cross that- A whole bunch of clingy family members popped out of nowhere! After her brain started functioning as- per-normal she realised….

‘My career is useless in this world.’
‘What nation’s most beloved actress?’

USELESS USELESS USELESSSS!
She’ll be killed if she doesn’t fight!

But as the years went by…

‘CAPTAIN! Your younger sister got caught in a minefield!’
‘WHATTTTTTTT!!!!!!’

‘COLONEL! Your brother’s hair is caught on fire!!’
‘WATER! WATER! GET WATER!’

But why…
Can they not leave her alone!?!
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Disclaimer: This novel starts with the MC as a baby. A fluffy start you may say. Age progresses every book!
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A heart warming yet bloody story about an alexithymia actress (A person incapable of feeling emotions) reincarnating into another world to restart her life all over again. Unbeknownst to her, there was something else seriously wrong with her body plus this world wasn't peaceful like her former world! What can, she, an actress, do but grit her teeth to become stronger! She can't just die again!

The woman's skirt moved ever so slightly with the passing wind and her turn towards me. Her question left me dead in my tracks. 

"Is this something that will fulfill you?" she insisted. Her pale skin and long brown hair reflected the sun's bright light.

I got closer and cupped my hand, waiting for her to return the flyer to me. She ignored me and kept giving me a waiting look.

I bit my bottom lip in annoyance. "What do you mean?" I asked, hand in front of her. 

"You know what I mean." she said in a breathy, patient tone. The more I waited, the slower she spoke, as if to taunt me. "No one gets this kind of job because it's their passion."

She was acting odd, especially since I had never met her before. That wasn't something you'd ask someone you didn't know. "Well Lady." I said with a groan. "I am at a crossroads in my life right now. I don't know what to do with it."

I felt my point had come across well enough, needing no more explanation. After some time she handed the flyer back to me and I put it away. I hoped that was the end of it. 

"It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll." She said calmly, right before I was completely out of her sight. 

I recognized this poem, I saw it in the book I read the previous night. "I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul." I said, finishing her recital of the poem. 

She looked happy and surprised to see that I knew her quote and where it came from. "Ah, so you're familiar with 'Invictus'." I didn't know too many people who would be able to recite poems verbatim like she did.

I smiled with my pride and the hairs in my arm stood up at the fact that I felt smart. "William Henley wrote it." She grew even more impressed that I knew the poet. "Late 1800s, amputations, preserverence, et cetera, et cetera." I was just stating facts at this point.

She turned the other way, resuming her glance at the undending flowing river. "Are you the master of your own fate? Captain of your soul?" Her back being turned against me only pushed me further away, as if I wasnt worthy of even being in her presence. 

I adjusted my bangs and pushed them towards the rest of my hair. "I don't even know what that would entail. So I guess I'm not, at least not yet." 

She kneeled down and picked up a rogue rock that was on her side of the rails. She chucked it far and it plunked into the water. I couldn't see her face, but she chuckled mockingly as if she knew me better than I did myself. "Come back to me when you figure that out."

When I figure it out? Not even god knows when that would happen. I shrugged her words off and went on my way, not even saying bye to her.

With her undivided attention on the view of the bridge and not on me, I was sure I probably shouldn't take her words to heart. I rode back home and jumped into my room. 

I pulled out a record from my collection and turned my vinyl player on. I set the needle at the start of the record and listened to the crackling before the music started. 

It was classical music. The kind that I used to listen to when I studied and crammed before tests or for homework. My mother had bought me that record in hopes of inspiring me. It had the opposite effect, it deterred me from even trying to do anything music related.

No way would I ever be able to compete with those famous composers. 

Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, and Tchaikovsky. Oh god, how I loved Tchaikovsky! Swan lake and The Nutcracker and 1812 overture. Who would even bother trying with that kind of competition?

I let my mind wander to the soothe music as I closed my eyes to take a nap. Hoping that the next day would be more clear to me and my life's Canon could could syphonize in melody.

That Saturday I dressed up for my first day of real work. I could tell my mom was counting the seconds until then, like she couldn't wait for me to get out of the house.

I couldn't blame her, either. I wanted to get out too. But I had no place to turn to. With a forced smile on my face I kissed my mom in the cheek.

"See you tonight mom." I said as warmly as I could. Trying my hardest to keep up the antics.

She nodded silently as the wrinkles on her forehead squinched together.

Once I arrived to the restaurant I hung up my jacket and waited for further directions at the bar. As I stood around others at the bar, the same scruffy bartender from the other day came to me with a drink in his hand.

He passed the glass to the guy standing next to me. He was wearing almost the exact some clothes he had on the other day. All with that same utility belt around his waist. 

I wondered if he just always wore the same clothes around here. He greeted me casually.

"Welcome back! Glad to see you made it!" he said. Can't quite have money without a job. I wasn't going to flake on day one. 

I greeted him back. "Yeah, I haven't been scared away just yet." I laughed it off. He followed my laughter with his own. Unlike me, he sounded genuine.

He pointed to a blue door that was at the corner. It had a sign on it.

'Employees Only'

"Go through there and put this on." He handed me a hairnet and an apron that was in a box under the counter. "Stevie should already be there waiting for you."

I took the ppe and stepped behind the employee door. Behind the door was a sight to behold. A cluttered kitchen with dishes laying around, pots and pans on top of each other in layers. Dishes and dirty utensil filled in piles next to the commercial, multi-gallon sink. 

Looks like I had my work ahead of me. Ask and you shall recieve, they say. I looked over to the dishwashing area with all the dirty plates and saw Stevie, my new boss, putting the clean plates in bins for later use.

She was wearing an apron, stained with sauce and wine and all sorts of food. It was covering her pretty blue butterfly skirt underneath it. She caught wind of me and waved me over.

Before I reached her I slipped on the wet tile file and fell on my butt. I was unharmed, except for my ego. My face turned hot red with embarrassment. 

I couldn't hear her taunting me with the loud noise inside the dish room and kitchen, but I could tell she was having a great time seeing me fail.

"Great start for me, huh?" I said sarcastically. Seeing the fault in my not buying slip resistant shoes. 

"Don't worry about it." she said encouragingly. She didn't want me to feel too bad on my first official work day. "You can use these. Trust me, you'll need it." 

I put on the slip resistant shoes covers to avoid making a fool of myself again. 

My hands clapped as I slapped them together in anticipation. "So, let's get started. How do I work this bad boy?" 

The dish room area of the kitchen was divided to three sections. The first was for the dirty dishes to soak in warm soapy water. The second area had a sprayer and scrubber to disinfect and spray the dishes clean. The third and last section was for drying and restocking the dishes.

She explained to me the few steps there were to washing dishes. It wasn't hard to do. I understood why the job posting said 'No Experience Required'. It really lived up to that requirement.

She wished me good luck. "If you need me, I'll be on the other side assisting the line cooks."

I didn't know much about her, but I started to see the kind of person she was. It was clear by her actions. "Man, you sure work hard for being a business owner. Shouldn't you be watching at the sidelines?"

It was almost like I spoke another language to her. She gave me a humorously baffled look. "This is how I am and how I've always been, I like to stay busy." She pulled down her apron to center it to her body. "One day, maybe you'll understand."

Now, left to my own devices, I began my new dish washing journey. From four p.m. to ten p.m. I relentlessly washed away at all sorts of dirty trays, dishes and cooking utensils. It wasn't glamorous work, but it was satisfying.

Little by little, the pile of work dwindled until the night was over and my job was done. For the first time in a long time I had a sense of accomplishment. It was a feeling I welcomed with open arms.

The night flew by and before I knew it, it was time for me to go home. Before I left, I could see the cooking staff in the corner of my eye. They were patting each other in the back and celebrating another successful work day. 

They had glasses of wine and cheered with a toast. That was my cue to head on out. No need to get too attached to people I had no interest in.

I punched out. 

I sat on the bench, waiting for the bus to swift me away like a magic carpet ride. The lights lit up the dark city streets. People roamed and explored the city. Chatter filled the air, a cool breeze refreshed my tired self and the moon gave me a pretty sight to give me company.

That was when the same figure I witnessed the other day came into my vision, before the moon light. The girl from the bridge was once again in front of me, blocking my view.

I didn't know who she was, her name or anything about her. Other than she was an odd character.

I swiped away at her with my fingers, signaling for her to move out of the way. 

She didn't budge. "So, do you understand now?"

I wanted her to leave, but she refused to do so. "Understand what?" I asked. "Are you asking if I've figured things out? Because I haven't. I'm no closer to being the captain of my soul than I was before. Heck, I'm not even the shipmate of my own soul, let alone captain."

The girl took a seat next to me on the bench and rested one leg on top of the other, with her left heel facing me, almost jabbing my right leg with it. "Would you say you're an island?"

"An island? As in the poem by John Donne?" I chuckled to myself. "Are you always going to talk to me in cryptic phrases and quotes from famous poems?"

She stared up at the black sky, devoid of stars due to the city lights. "Do I bother you?" 

"Yes."

"Well that was fast, you didn't even take any time to think about your response." She made a cutesy face, as if that would change my mind.

I looked down at my phone, hoping time would go by faster. Time ignored me and my plead. "I don't know what you're getting at, Lady." I said, hoping she would simply walk away.

She cleared her throat. "Nothing, it's nothing. Just trying to strike up a conversation with someone who looks like they could use one."

That was an interesting thought, a stranger trying to help another stranger. My mom couldn't help me, what made her think she was different? Not that she knew me or my situation other than what I'd told her.

I brushed off her comment. "Sometimes you can't help those not wanting helo." I tried to explain to her. "Maybe I'm not someone who can be helped."

She placed her hands together over her knee and twiddled her fingers. "Maybe so. But either way." She had a wrapped candy inside her palm that was hidden under her grip. She placed it on my lap and stood up from where she was. 

"Even the most hidden candies stay sweet." She said as she left me. In the darkness of the gaps between the street lights, she said loudly, "Remember, the bell tolls, and it tolls for thee." 

Great, more poems.

I was so glad to be home. I took a long shower to feel better. The warm water on my skin recharged me, giving me a new hope. 

I covered my ears and let the swish of the water hitting my head endulge me into a personal meditation. My thoughts focused on the girls final words.

Does the bell toll for me?










Fresh out of high school and jobless, Sander spends most of his time aimlessly wandering and playing video games. That is until one day he runs into a mysterious girl who starts to point out his flaws. Before he knows it he becomes intrigued by her, but knows nothing about her, not even her name! All this makes him wonder: What is her end goal? What's her name? What is his purpose?

Get back, watch my track, I lack no competition, a lot of people are great at it. I just sit back, listen to music, and do my own stories and poems, they're fun to own them; I have a lot more to go. Maybe they're too complicated or strange, I already implicated that, I'm not the same as anybody else, I'm my own author. 

I like feedback, I want to know what people think about my content, but if it's placed to put me down, then keep it to yourself; Put your own books on the shelf, I have mine. 
It's not about being arrogant, it's about learning to choose the best part of you, and start showing more respect for others. 

There's authors here, I like and think they're very talented, I wish I could tell them that in person.
That's what authorship is to me, being me, and motivating others to see themselves for the best personas they posses; If I do, then it's a success, I don't need anything else. 

As you are aware, I'm a musician, I adore music, I write my poems to the sound of music; It goes on and on, the beat drops the ideas and heals them. 
That's what my literature teacher taught me back in high school, poems posses a rhythmic beat; Imagine in the background, music singing a merry go round. 
It puts the energy and thoughts together, try it, music is great for all minds alike; It grinds the music notes to rhythms. 

Here's the truth, I dislike very much, today's pop music, it's such a hole of bad thoughts for the mind. 
Broadway and opera is the kind of music which makes me feel closest to Heaven, it's most beautiful, and enjoyable to sing, the ring keeps close in your ears and soul.

This novel is encompassed within poetry, thrillers, romance, and reality. It basically holds the content of my mind. I also write for encouragement and creativity.

This book is about what I experience in life: Negative thoughts, bad experiences, and trauma.
I use my book to record my dreams and nightmares I’ve had as well, using poetry to describe them.
It holds my thoughts and feelings which I feel every day. 

While I did not intend my novel to be completely understandable, my intentions are to relate and perhaps encourage others who like myself; Experience fierce depression.
My plan is to make the reader feel and see some of what I see and feel.


As a Christian, I seek to utilize my book to point to Christ in every difficult situation. He has helped and molded me into who I am today. Christ will deliver His children, in need of aid.

I sincerely hope this update of the synopsis, helps in your understanding of my poetry. Please let me know if you need more information. I have written some of my backstory and important information within my poems.

*For more in depth background info, please read chapter 107.

##When I first wrote this book, I did not plan on writing poetry. If I could change the category out of fan-fiction, I would.

I feel like my novel may start a bit slow, but continuing to read, it will build up and intensify.  ;)

A note: I apologize for chapter 130’s typo. When I proofread it, I saw that it had a misspelled word. 
I tried over and over again to update it, but there may be a glitch or something. I’m sorry if you see it too.
Just to clarify, I tried to write the word as “Indefatigably.”

My novel continues through chapters 162-170, which were accidentally published separately; Although they all consist equally with my book: Moving Through Life.  ;)

"Ok, I'm ready. Where are we going?" Pearl asked, walking out into the kitchen. 
"Whoa!" Rhys said. "What is that?" She was wearing a dress that Iris had let borrow last minute. It was black and tight, really tight. The top was a low cut V and the hem was also a V shape that came to a point in the middle. The sides scrunched and hugged her hips. 
"You don't like it?" Pearl asked, looking down. Rhys picked up his jaw and walked to her. He grabbed her hand and turned her around. "Good god, my wife is BANGIN'!" Rhys liked the dress. 
She giggled and told him to put his to tongue back in his mouth. 
"Shall we?" He asked, holding out his arm. She locked hers in his. "We shall." She said. 

Rhys had Jim drive them and soon Pearl saw they were flying. "The jet? Where are we going?" She asked. Rhys took her hand and led her on board. "Hey guys!  Nice to see you again, Pearl! Thanks for inviting us!" It was Matt, Rhys's director and the actress that Pearl had met at comic con and had helped her through Rhys's love scene. "Hey! Great to see you!" Pearl hugged her. "My name is Fiona, by the way. They call me Fi. I don't think we did the proper introduction because I'm no fucking good at that anyway. How's it going with Mr. No Fun? I hear you guys got married. Congrats." She said. "Yes, I'm screwing my director. It happens. He's got a big dick and he smells nice. He's also kinda bossy and I'm a bit of a masochist. Ready for a great time to tonight? I sure am. I need a break." Pearl loved her and wanted them to be friends forever. Fi was the lead actress in the show and played a bad bitch. Fitting. "I hope you don't mind me inviting them. It was last minute and they both wanted to see you again." Rhys said. "Not at all." Pearl said back, kissing his cheek. 
They landed in Chicago and a car was there to pick them up right from the jet. Jim rode in the front with the driver. He must be on security detail tonight, Pearl thought. 

They stopped in front of a restaurant called Tao. Rhys helped her out of the car and as soon as they walked in, the host rushed them in and to the back, seating them in a large booth. People were staring like crazy, whispering and smiling, many taking out their cell phones and snapping pics. "That's her. That's Pearl from Poems for Wolves with Holden and Fiona." "I think he's a director" Pearl heard some of it. 
Two waiters came and brought them champagne. "On the house" one of them said. It was Moet. They toasted the nominations and ordered appetizers and so much sushi, they had to bring an extra table. 
"I'm sorry. I know you're all eating but I'm a big fan. Can I have your autograph?" A woman said, approaching them. Pearl assumed she was talking to Rhys. "When is the album coming out?" She handed Pearl a napkin and asked to take a selfie with her. Pearl agreed and the woman smiled and thanked her. 
Rhys looked at her and smiled, proudly. "Welcome to fame." He said. "You'll never fully enjoy a meal in public in a big city again." Fi laughed. Someone must have put them out on social media because they could see paparazzi were gathering out front. They finished dinner and Matt payed. 
"I'd like to send each table a bottle of champagne." Rhys said to the waiter. "Just the house brand, nothing fancy. Tell everyone it's from the Knights of Eden and Poems for Wolves gang." They all looked at Rhys. "What?" He said. "I got married and nominated for a Golden Globe and my wife has a hit song all in the same month. I'm feeling grateful and generous." The waiters brought the champagne out and everyone cheered and clapped. They all stood to leave and Rhys waved. Jim was waiting for them at the door and escorted them to the car, with cameras and people right in their faces. 
"Where to now?" The driver asked. 
"The Underground! Our friend Paulo is DJing tonight." Fi said. 

The Underground nightclub is literally underground and takes it's name seriously with an unmarked basement level entrance. Those who live for a see-and-be-seen atmosphere feel right at home here. Bottle service and celebrity sightings are common at the cavernous bomb shelter entryway where DJs spin until the sun comes up and candlelit ammunition crates serve as tables. Pearl thought it was pretty rad and was excited to be there. 

There was a table reserved for them close to the bar. Pearl noticed there were a few big name celebrities there. The DJ must know a lot of people, Pearl thought. Fi ordered shots and drinks and they all toasted again. The beat of the music pounded into Pearls body. A very famous reality star and her sister came over and hugged Rhys and introduced themselves to Pearl. Then another popular hip hop artist named Killa King came over. Pearl loved his music. "I really dig your band, good debut." He said. 
"Wow, thanks so much. That's an amazing compliment coming from you." Pearl said. 
"I would love to do a mix with y'all. Add some shit. Collaborate." Pearl about fell over. 
"Yeah..that would be great. We love your music." Pearl said. 
"You fine as a mother fucker, too. Would look good in a video. Your voice is unique. You could do some vocals for me, too. Hit me up." He said and gave her his card and a huge Cuban cigar. 
"Thank you!" She said but he was already walking away. That was awesome! She thought. They had a blast. Pearl hadn't danced that much since college. She was sure there were blisters on both her feet. Right when she was getting ready to sit for a few minutes, the DJ made an announcement. "Since a certain member of The Rolling Stones is hiding in here somewhere tonight, I'd like to pay honor to him by doing a Stones song. And I was hoping another artist I see here would come up and help me out. Pearl Clarke, from Poems for Wolves, come on up and do your thang!" 
What? A member of the Stones is here?? And I'm going to sing in front of him? She wasn't drunk enough for this, she thought. She felt a panic attack coming on and Rhys grabbed her had. "This is it. This is the moment your life changes forever." He whispered. She took a deep breath and walked to the stage. 
The DJ didn't say anything. So Pearl started singing without music, into the mic. 
"I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black..."
Then the DJ dropped the bass and music and Pearl followed right along, her raspy, throaty voice sounding like sex and whiskey and doing the song hard rock justice. 
"I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes. I have to turn my head until my darkness goes..."
The crowd loved it. The reality star siblings were dancing and Pearl did her best Mick Jagger dance impression, it was pure rock n roll.  Phones were lit up and recording her every move. 
She got to the last chorus and really screamed it out. Moving and giving the audience a show. This is what she did best. 
"I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black. Yeah!"
The crowd roared when it ended. She thanked the DJ and took a bow. "Thank you. Wow. That was better than I could have imagined." The DJ said. Pearl stepped off the stage and saw a man in the shadows beside the wall. He came towards her. "Great job. Blew me away, kid. Gorgeous."  It was Mick Jagger. She felt her knees giving and she found the words, "Thank you. Thanks for giving us the kick ass song to perform." He smiled and kissed her hand and walked away. She walked to the bar and asked for a water. "That was incredible!" Matt said. Rhys came up behind her and turned her around. "My wife made Mick Jagger proud tonight. I can't wait to take her home." He said, kissing her and smiling. 
They stayed a little while longer, with several people buying them drinks and asking for pictures with them. 

"What a night." Rhys said when they finally sat down on the jet. "I haven't had that much fun in along time." Fi said. "Pearl, you are officially my new best friend." 

They got back to Michigan and Rhys offered them their guesthouse since Matt and Fi were still staying in Canada. 
They said that would be amazing and they all got back around 5 am and were exhausted. Pearl took a quick shower and walked out to find Rhys passed out in bed. "Celebrity life." Pearl said and turned out the light.

When real life divorce and loneliness becomes a fairy tale after a chance encounter with a movie star, Pearl’s life turns into a love triangle she wasn’t prepared for. Rock  stardom  and romance and getting a second chance at life and love means everything.

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