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       SHE REALLY WOULDNâT have minded these functions quite so much if her parents didnât try to turn them into a selling opportunity. It was always about business, never about just ENJOYING the event for what it was ( at least in her case... her mom and dad were surely off getting drunk and chatting it up whilst expecting her to make a good impression for the sake of the image ). Speaking of which, Piper really wasnât sure at that moment what the ordeal was. An awards show of some kind, most likely. Movies, TV, both... s o m e t h i n g. Her ability to recognize the faces stuffed around her was pitiful. Media wasnât something she overly consumed and, even with what she did enjoy, she wasnât known for her ability to keep track of the actors who starred. Anyone who passed her by could have been the current face of the industry... and Piper would have no idea.
                All she did know was that she wanted to duck away from the mingling and the crowds and the loud, rumbling of chatter and music that surrounded her every which way. The fact that her parents had wanted her to meet certain actors to try and promote using their brand for shows or whatever... It was a laughable request. Piperâs heart was too busy thudding faster than the musicâs beat that lulled in the background. Her hands were sweaty, and she wanted to be sick, honestly. The need to flee out the door and call the driver to take her home was a temptation she n e a r l y gave into. One final chance arose, however, and she took it before she could run. For now.
      Someone off to the side, away from the chaos, away from the noise. Respite... sort of. She was still here, at least, but away from the action. Maybe her head could find calm, maybe the panic could die down, maybe she could make a friend. Maybe. Assuming she could be heard. Piperâs incredibly soft voice was known for getting drowned out. This could very well be the perfect case for that to happen. Again. Whoever was on the âlistâ she was supposed to talk to would have to wait ( for probably ever ). This person would do, right?
               Oh, who was she kidding. She wasnât going to mention a peep about what her parents wanted her to. She barely had the energy to just. Exist right then.
                GREAT. She said hi. That was better than her usual awkward wave and tormented looking smile when attempting to meet new people. At least these events were good for something... social practice.
