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Amélie sat at the boardroom table, her left leg bouncing up and down. Amélie wasn't the biggest fan of offices and conferences rooms, they felt suffocating and made her feel as if she was waiting to be told off for some reason or another although the girl wasn't sure why. Admittedly the last thing she expected to be involved in being a performer was the amount of corporate meetings she'd be stuck in. She looked around at all of her fellow idols around the table, she swore they all seemed somewhat more composed than her, or at least were better at pretending. Her long, multi-coloured hair was thrown back into a half bun half ponytail, her fingers played at the ends. It felt like forever before the CEO, who Amélie internally dubbed [i]The Stiff[/i] strided into the room. 

EVE's rise to fame wasn't exactly news. As much as she wouldn't admit it, as she was sure it seemed tacky, Amélie had been watching their progress closely. Well, at least what was publically available. Chart rankings both in the US and internationally, spotify and apple music listens, public idol forums. She found herself glancing at all of them more often than she'd admit. [i][color=e1ceff]C'était rapide[/color][/i] [That was quick] she thinks to herself as The Stiff rattled off EVE's near future plans. As much as she wished there was [i]some[/i] discussion or lead up to the world tour it was the logical next step. Being paid to travel and perform was always a dream of hers, it was insane that this was already her life.

[color=e1ceff]"Tomorrow..."[/color] she repeated to herself at the mention of the upcoming oress conference, that felt like not enough time to prepare. Although Lumi was a facade she could use to not overthink so much and just say the first things that come to mind, albeit maybe dumbed down a little, that didn't mean she enjoyed going into these things blind. Charlotte, who Amélie internally nicknamed Chichi (Amélie had unspoken nicknames for all her idolmates too), seemed to also be lost in the rapid progression of things.

Before there was any more time to process the group were quickly ushered out of the conference room as DAYZ CEO's full attention went elsewhere as if EVE weren't quickly becoming their most promising clients. Amélie sighed, maybe this was why the place felt suffocating- everything was professional, clinical, devoid of emotion when it came to meetings with the Stiff. 

Amélie glanced around her idolmates, how were they feeling about this? What emotions and reactions could she pick up on to emulate? She tried to push those thoughts out. After all the time she's been in EVE she would've thought she wouldn't be so scared of having differing opinions, yet here she was unsure what to say. She decided to take the easy road and forgo talking about her thoughts on it all altogether. [color=e1ceff]"So... how do we want to celebrate?"[/color]