#dannyyyyyyyyyyyy

Hiiii! Ev-er-y-bo-dy! Lisia here! Me and my Altaria, Ali, have come to Slateport City's Contest Spectacular Hall for a bit of FUN!— They were mirrored words likened to a script; a muscle memory laced on the edge of her tongue each time the cameras rolled onto her. Lisia, are you ready? 3.. 2... 1— and she knows, that the people who stood around watching her were fans, people who appreciated her— people who would wait around just for a chance of catching her attention; but each time she stood in front of them felt like a facade and tasted like too much make up on her skin, every dazzling, dizzying, doldrum defying, was automated and robotic. What did doldrum mean, anyway? 

Her digits move while eyes scan the crowd (eenie, meenie, miney—); it's all an act, all for showbiz, she knows, but over time she had learned to trust her judgement of people and was comforted by the fact that most of these seemingly ordinary folks were in fact, extraordinary in their own ways. Chaz, her rival; and even the new champion and now-elite contest coordinator had become her friends instead of acquaintances solely on business.  Sometimes, out of pretence comes forth honesty.