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┏ ┓ 𝐦 𝐮 𝐬 𝐢 𝐜 𝐟 𝐞 𝐬 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐥 ┗ ┛
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆--𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓, this year the city hall organized free concerts from big stars in locations all over paris.
all the famous artists listing from xy, laura nightingale and jagged stone, were going to preform, the list also included an surprised visit returning musician.
returning from his journey, the sight of paris was never one to bore, the city was bathed in the golden glow of the sunrise, lending it a ethereal and dreamlike quality.
shogou came to a stop and entered the city, it was as though one could feel the age and history radiating from the ancient stone buildings, the air was filled with the smell of freshly baked bread and the sounds of street artists playing classic french melodies.
it was a moment that felt both timeless and yet entirely modern, as the timeless beauty of the city blended seamlessly with the bustling energy of its people.
one could see the familiar sights of the familiar landmarks - the arc de triomphe, the eiffel tower, the champs-elysees, but there was also a sense of wonder, as familiar sights seemed even more wondrous after being away for so long. the grand boulevards, the quaint cafes, the vibrant street markets - it was a city that could take one's breath away, even after having seen it many times before.
and yet, as one found themselves standing in the heart of this vibrant city, surrounded by the beauty and energy, there was also a sense of peace.
for in paris, there was something for everyone - whether one was a lover of art, food, fashion or simply the beauty of the world.
it was a city that had something to offer for everyone, and one that could never be truly forgotten, even after having been away for so long.
"i should write that down" shogou noted pulling out his journal, which normally has notes and ideas for new songs.
he pulled out his phone, checking the time "i have a little left"
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𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏—𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, juleka his purple haired sister had invited some of her friends to their rehearsal, while they were up on the deck preparing the equipment he was down here.
