#11: Those Whose Weapon's are Pens

There was supposed to be a grand event today at Grande’s Auditorium at the far-west side of Central City. A popular singer idol had just finished her six month tour across the country, and was going to have a closing performance there. It was really an unusual sight for the locals to see the auditorium’s parking space full of cars. The auditorium had been unused for quite some time, since a tragic event had happened in the past where an actress had been murdered. However, despite the haunting past of the place; the present singer idol had insisted that she would end her tour there.

It was cold inside the building. Even though the crowd was building up, the room temperature did not rise. A young man who was sitting on a VIP chair near the stage shivered violently. He never thought that the place would be that cold, having that many people coming to see the performance. “I should’ve at least brought my jacket,” said the young man to himself as he rubbed his nose with his fingers. After shivering a few more times, he glanced at his surrounding as if he was looking for someone.

“I’m right here,” spoke a woman’s voice very close to his ears. The man made a startled jump. “What the-? How did you get near me without me noticing?” he exclaimed with a laugh. The woman took a seat next to him. “I saw you shivering here and there at the front,” she explained, handing the man a shopping bag. “I thought I’d give you a scare. And you can borrow that jacket I just bought in there.” The man was extremely grateful, and he said his thanks.

After wearing the white jacket inside the bag, he smiled at the woman and said, “Well, long time no see Anisah. You’ve been following her all over the country have you?” Anisah took a sip out of a soda she had just opened. “Yup, been covering her story all the way,” she replied. The man nodded intently. “Ah, the legendary ‘mobile journalist’ really does live up to her name,” he said with a grin. Anisah chuckled. “Where did that nickname came from? Anyways, nice to meet you back Dzaf.”

Dzaf replied this with a warm smile. He was about to say more, but the auditorium lights began to dim. It seems that the performance was about to start, so the hall was hushed. An announcer began to give its welcoming speech. “Welcome all to the final performance of our darling idol’s tour. I don’t want to hold her for too long at the backstage; so ladies and gentlemen, I present you Miss Hana!”