LOOK WITH YOUR EYES (open?)

[dawn]

WHEN YOU LOOK WITH YOUR EYES,
EVERYTHING SEEMS NICE.

it was a strangely nice morning in september, clear and crisp as summer began to loosen her grip on the world. the sun lounged in a light bed of clouds on the horizon, thinking about the day it would be spending in the clear, light blue sky. a young actress watched as the dawn faded into a lovely morning. her name, coincidentally, was dawn. dawn ellen liotta. her life had been rushing by her in a torrent lately, and she was quickly rising to fame. did she love and embrace it with all her heart? yes, dawn was obsessed with fame. but at the same time she was beginning to shy away from it. makeup was no longer an accessory to make you look prettier on special occasions. no, now it was an everyday must to hide the dark circles under her eyes and the faint wrinkles on her forehead.

so now when dawn was offered a bit of time to relax and take it easy, she used it well. this very day dawn was on her way downtown to shoot a a new lip gloss advertisement, but she had accidentally set her alarm clock a little too early, so she had two hours to spare before she had to make it to the building. by the time dawn realized she had woken herself up too soon, she had already taken a shower and dressed herself up, so she was much too awake to get in another two hours of sleep. instead she headed over to a favorite café of hers, le chat noir. halloween was coming that very next month, and black cats put a chill in the air. to dawn, who loved cats, they symbolized luck rather than the other way around as some believed. and so she strode into the little café with a soft smile on her sculpted lips, and the rosy color of a crisp morning on her cheeks.

dawn walked with a confident, happy gait over to a small table for two by the window. her frye boots made a sturdy clomp on the ground as she walked, but not obnoxiously, for dawn had mastered the skill of walking in thick-heeled boots and appearing graceful at the same time. she tucked her creamy knit skirt under her as she sat down and swept her soft pink scarf over her shoulder. she didn't bother going up to the counter to order, because if you arrived this early in the morning the café would serve you formally. sure enough, a waiter appeared beside her and asked for her order within a few minutes.

"ah, yes. i'll have a chocolate croissant, and a tazo chai, s'il vous plaît." dawn smiled at him and leaned back in her chair to await her breakfast. in the meantime, she scooped a newspaper off the windowsill beside her and began to read. nothing of interest caught her eye immediately, so dawn turned to the comics. perhaps it was her immaturity coming out, but dawn didn't think there was anything wrong with being an adult and reading the comics. most of the jokes were geared to adults anyway, and flew right over little kids' heads.

BUT IF YOU LOOK TWICE,
YOU CAN SEE IT'S ALL LIES.

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[falon]

<sub>Falon Zadian was in New York City again for work. She had been here a billion times already, so NYC was basically a second home. Heck, she even went to NYU, got her first job as a publicist, and got married in this city - it was easy to say that she was in love with New York. She was always a metropolitan girl and loved the high-rise buildings, the notorious traffic and the twenty-four hour city noises. She also loved the New York bagels, the Kicks, Broadway, skating in Rockefeller Plaza, and the gigantic park in the middle of it all, Central Park. There was never a time where Falon didn't want to go to New York, even if it wasn't for a vacation. This time around her trip to New York wasn't a vacation, it was for work.

Having been up since the very early hours of this morning, she was already at work organising and preparing one of her more popular clients for a television interview this morning. Her client was meant to be in the studio in an hour to get ready with make-up and hair before being put live on air in two hours time. Everything seemed great the night before as they agreed that Falon would meet this client in her hotel room and escort her, but when Falon arrived and knocked on her door, there was no answer. Luckily Falon was given a spare key, but when she entered on her own accord no one was around except for one of the hotel maids. So she called once... twice... three... four times before realising that no one was going to answer. It was time to go searching around.

She had no leads or clues as to what may have happened to her client, but she knew that her client was a coffee-whore. Just across from the hotel was the Le Chat Noir cafe, a popular attraction for coffee-goers which housed the best coffees in NYC. It was an obvious place to go, so once Falon got outside she ran across the street in her five-inch heels towards the quaint cafe. She entered inside and already she was faced with a busy room... just her luck. Well, considering her client was female and blonde, it eliminated a ton of customers sitting down. She carefully scanned the room and stopped when she spotted a blonde female reading a newspaper near the window with her back facing towards her. Falon rolled her eyes in frustration, believing that she had finally found her client before hastily walking towards her, her shoes making a clicking sound on the floor, "Do you realise that you have an interview with the Today show in two hours? Where have you been?!" She heard no answer and so she took it upon herself to sit down on the seat across the girl, "Katie!" However she then realised that she had mistaken this girl for her client. "Oh shit, you're not Katie."</sub>


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