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	There she stood up on the stage again. Willow sang the words, but she knew no one was really listening to them, not even herself. After all, it was her voice and her magic they were moved by. The words didn't exactly matter anymore. She could hum and it would do just as well.

	Now Willow loved to sing, that wasn't the issue, but something didn't feel right anymore. She wasn't sure if it was because she was older now and had other things to say, but wasn't allowed to (because her producers always forced those pure, happy songs), or because now that she knew it was just her magic doing it's thing, putting everyone into a trance, that it lost it's allure. Perhaps it was both.

	She always believed that music should have a meaningful message. And that message could be of any emotion one chose it to be. Sadness and anger are just as valid an emotion as happiness. Sometimes that was something people needed to hear. Sometimes it helped people to know that you were hurting too.

	These are the things she wasn't allowed to say.

	Willow realized she had reached the end of her last song and had already stopped singing.

	She cleared her throat, [color=e6e6FA]"Thank you all for coming! I hope you enjoyed it!"[/color] she said, giving them all a smile. Of course, the crowd cheered for more again, [color=e6e6FA]"Oh come now, that was already the fifth one! I'll lose my voice at this rate. Have a great night, everyone!"[/color] she said, giving them one last smile and a curtsy before she walked off the stage to the back. In truth, she could've sang more, but she wasn't really feeling it anymore at all. She sat down in the chair they had brought for her, trying to sort through her own thoughts.

	She hadn't even noticed one of her producers had come to talk to her, he cleared his own throat and that brought her out of her doldrums, he looked...sastified, but visibly displeased, [color=e6e6FA]"Sorry, what is it, Mr. Braunhill?"[/color]

	He crossed his arms, "A superb performance as always, Willow, but I feel like you're starting to lose heart in your singing. Is something the matter with [i]you[/i]?"

	Willow frowned for a second before covering that up with a smile, [color=e6e6FA]"No, of course not..." [i]Goodness, I'm a terrible liar[/i] "Well, yes, actually... It's just... why can't I sing other songs? Happy songs are great and all, but don't you think there's a place for other kinds of songs?"[/color]

	Braunhill gave her a smirk, "Those kind of songs aren't where the money is. Not in this genre, at least." she smirked faded to a disapproving frown, "Perhaps it's time you retire from the idol life, my dear. Your concerts are becoming more and more rare and your popularity has fallen a lot lately. That's isn't to say people don't adore you, but the money's definitely slowing d-"

	[color=e6e6FA]"Well, maybe if I could sing some new songs!"[/color] Willow interjected.

	He rose an eyebrow at her,"-I don't see how that will help, Willow. A songs a song, and it's not making money anymore it should be cut. Sorry girlie. If I don't see any improvements soon, you're out of here." he said, before walking off.

	Willow bit her lip to hold back her anger and her tears. Funnily enough two of the things she couldn't sing about. She sat there, curled up in that chair for awhile, unsure of what to do anymore...