#think of

After Luke’s betrayal, Eros!Reader had been broken, distraught, her heart had been broken into a million pieces. Still completely inconsolable a month after, one day she’d packed up her stuff, left a note on her bed in the Hermes cabin, and left. She’d moved back in with her mom in NYC, got a job at Macy’s, but continued with composing the thoughts she wrote down in her journal into songs - a habit she’d somehow picked up since Luke left.

Eros!Reader, who started singing some of the songs online, strumming a guitar to the lyrics using skills an old Apollo camper taught her. Those videos started gaining traction, and soon enough she found herself performing them at venues that kept getting bigger and bigger, starting to release a few actual singles. After the release of her first EP, using a few of the songs she’d wrote at Camp, she’d started gaining much more popularity, which caught the attention of Apollo.

Apollo, whose interest had been caught by Eros’s only half-blood daughter, girlfriend - ? - of Hermes’s precious son, who apparently has taken up a career in singing-songwriting, which is very much attention grabbing for him, because usually it’s his kids taking up that career. So, instead of coming to you as himself, he, of course, took form of the signer he’d created for this century - an early twenties, male indie singer who was steadily becoming big, and he’d introduced himself to you through your DMs.

Apollo, who by Eros!Reader’s next tour was performing as a special guest at the majority of her shows. He’d crept up on her, she’d originally thought of him as a friend, a close friend, who’d just came out of the blue, and then she’d realised who he actually is after putting the dots together, finally connecting them from what some monster said. She’d obviously freaked out, feeling exposed and lied to and embarrassed, and completely ignored him. Until one night, writing in her old journal, putting together lyrics that, for once, weren’t about Luke, but instead about him, about what had been his role in her life. She’d reconnected with him not long after that, giving him a second chance, and realised, beside his name, nothing he told her is really an outright lie, and neither are his songs, after he’d explained it all out to her.

Eros!Reader, who actually loved being on her second actual tour with Apollo, loved singing her songs with him in front of her fans, loved travelling with him by car or plane, loved looking at him with gooey eyes on stage and seeing videos online of those moments, loved hearing stories about him and his ‘childhood’, loved walking around foreign cities late at night with him, loved how she didn’t have have that lingering thought of monsters attacking at her shows, loved getting to actually know him, and most of all loved him.

After all, John Lennon wanted

something

Believe in.

So he was killed.

he was only a guru.

I, myself

Think of.

For example Lao Tzu

I think of his word.

Therefore I stay alive.

That's the difference.

Believe in(poetry)

結局、ジョンレノンは

何かを

Believe in　したかったのだ。

だから殺された。

彼はguruでしかなかった。

私は

Think of　する。

たとえばLao Tzuを

Think of　するので

生きながらえる。

そこが違う。