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Abby was in heaven as she felt the music move her as it always could, oh how she wished she could find a lover that moved her as powerfully as she explored both grounds and the depths of music.

She had always loved music and couldn’t be tied down to any genre finding the love in almost every corner of the art form and proof of that the music she was presently hearing over her headphones
[center][url=https://youtu.be/SkkIwO_X4i4]Gogol Bordello - "Start Wearing Purple"[/url]
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She couldn’t explain it but this tune by a man who’d called himself a Punk Gypsy’s enthusiasm infected her sometimes and made her want to throw away all the labels the industry had tried to place on her in her career. She was a novelty because of her size, a Lollie Queen, Metal Maven, and the “Mouse that Roared” the later she actually thought of when in the studio and the producer and his gang kept focusing on her size calling her a Pixie, or a Fairy.

She had suggested the title as if boredly tossing a one off and was surprised when Rupert went for it and even had a bit more fun insisting she be called Gloriana  Duchess of Grand Fenwick; they eventually called her Glory which amused her to no end as they had no idea of the true source of her inspiration. That should have been her first warning that these fools had no souls and were content in calling themselves clever for their ability to siphon off a living made through the efforts of artists but she had been about the music not the cash. 

Sure she loved having the money she needed to buy instruments, rent studio time, and indulge herself in sound but beyond that the world could play sit-n-spin and leave her alone. She did love that tween and teen fashion had indulged itself in a more adult look and that kids grew so fast as it gave he a wide selection of secondhands to choose from at boot sales and charity shops. She never bought fashion current and had taught herself her own methods of clothing alteration giving her an almost harajuku loli look that screamed sex kitten because her curves were not those of a child.

She had listened to the speech made by Kurobasan ….she hoped that was the proper address but she let is slide as she considered his words noting he hadn’t mentioned Fame nor Money and hoped she could take that as a good sign. She was here to reinvent herself, to push her boundaries, to see if she was more than a tiny woman with a powerful voice. They talked about film and while it interested her Abby was sure her size as it had so often would limit her chances once more fitting her into the “Oh isn’t she adorable...just like a Doll” exclamations mold, a novelty. In her heart Abby was Godzilla and ready to topple skyscrapers.

Then her odd and neurotic search machine popped up with a classic for 1974 forcing her to join the Cult a slave to the bass beat and the echo chamber effects so as she danced in a courtyard oblivious to the world she belted out 

[center]  With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high-tension wires down
Helpless people on subway trains
Scream, bug-eyed, as he looks in on them
He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town[/center] 

she felt free lost while singing in tonal parallel with Buck and Eric and nothing else mattered