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It's...

It's odd, really odd how so many people you've known have sung these praises and hopes onto this songstress.

Granted admittedly, people concurrent with your age aren't as open as the youngest in the militia but...

Lacus Clyne.

For as much as Yzak complained about the concert being a waste of time, even he's enraptured with her voice and mannerism upon the stage.

Singing a song of hope and optimism... It's hard to correlate.

So many people seem to want her lyrics to be akin to their valkyrie riding into battle.

You shake out of your confused inner-ramble as you take heed on perhaps the person most enraptured by the performance.

That girl... She's so smitten by them.

You suppose the lyrics and the scenery, as odd as they sound like in a battlefield, do help out someone who has gotten harmed quite like them.

Anyone, really.

She's good, you have to admit that you aren't estranged on how she'd be the talk of all the colonies with a voice and production like hers.

And as the concert comes to an end in recording, is it that you realize the time.

Time to go, if you want to meet for the academy on-time

And maybe it's just the magic of that Idol-like Songstress giving you that one evening where it didn't really matter if you had that black band by your arm or sought glory out of bloodshed.

Or saw hope after such a recent tragedy.

Or even simply, a moment that would stand forevermore everlasting.