15 Dance Macabre 2 (1/2)
”Give the gift of your absence, to those that don't appreciate your presence.”
-Anonymous
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For a minute there, my calmness was in the brink of destruction as It truly did not occur to me, that the first that I was to have a formal conversation was with that girl of renown. I then refreshed myself to regain the HP that I lost using the panorama outside. I closed my eyes and chilled for a bit, while the silence was slowly residing and whispers began to engulf the dominance. Not long after, the formality too followed in a trance.
”Do the two already know each other?”
No! Didn't you just saw how we introduced ourselves and just got our names?
”Are those two acquainted by any chance?”
Seriously, are these people a bunch of hooligans? Stop asking questions of which you already knew the answer!
”Salute to that guy for even making the Prima Donna herself, give up the seat...”
Don't gather more attention to me now. I don't need it. Don't make me seem a VIP just because I got my seat back.
”Who is that Jaiden guy? He talked to Ms. fame like it was nothing. He even got to know her nickname! It was like, he was the first to approach her, confidently at that!”
As I faked sleep at my seat, subjects like that came drifting inside the classroom, and then, Camille Saint-Saens' Danse Macabre, played in my head, a piece of classical music which was like an overhaul of official soundtracks of some horror movies that have scared millions in its first release in theaters, except, it was a full embodiment of annoyance and hopelessness in a single charade of musical notes.
This is bad. Really bad. There's too much attention. And is it just me? Or that decision I made prior to entering the classroom to open up a connection to confidence was a bad idea. The bardic whispers that I could hear from afar itself are even more than enough to bring an asocial like me to nausea. It was at these types of reality that I wish, I had one of Lacrimosa's power, that one useful and handy skill of erasing her presence without a minuscule trace. But, unfortunately, she is not here, and I am forced to endure this impeccable tension of scrutiny. And certainly, I can't call her for something such as this. Instead of a helping hand, she'll assuredly give me that vexing mocking demeanor.