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Tried a new style ! :D

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Chapter Three:

I don’t know when I started running, but I reached the building I lived in (right next to my mom’s) and hurriedly ran up the stairs and into my studio flat. I threw my bag somewhere and took my phone out. I tried finding out what this could mean, what these cracks on my arm meant and what I could do about.

All of a sudden, Julie’s notebook came into my mind. She had a diagram, where she had drawn small circles, and inside them, like a timeline, were cracks, going from light to dark to just breaking in.

I was then filled with both fear and hope. Julie might know what to do.

I called her number, waiting for her to pick up anxiously.

Now, you may be wondering why I didn’t call the ambulance as yet or called a doctor.

Look, if I could do that without being immediately judged, I would do it. But, I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of a bunch of doctors even if my condition is quite weird and concerning. The doctors of this world are quite conservative, who have major judgment issues. I’ve always been judged by doctors if I’ve never answered ‘correctly’ when they’ve asked me questions like ‘What would you do in ‘x’ situation?’ or ‘What exactly is your tolerance for ‘x’? So I resort to natural solutions. Right now, the natural solution is calling Julie.

“Hello?” Julie asked.

“Julie! Hi! Uh, well, something’s wrong with me. I got these cracks on my hand, and it feels like its glass, and I’m really scared. I saw these drawings on your book which made me think you’d be able to help me so here I am, asking you. But if you don’t want to I totally get it like-”

“-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up! What do you mean by cracks on your hand? When did this happen?” she interrupted me. Wisely stopping my anxious rant of apologies. “Also, where do you live? Let me come see you.”

“I live in the building next to that Arabilla building, come to 203,” I took a deep breath. “So, I had first felt a part of my skin go dry like somehow all air or moisture had been sucked out. This happened when I was on the way home, in the metro. Then I had touched it, wondering what it was, but then it felt like glass! And then I pulled away cause I didn’t want to break my hand…I guess. I don’t know what’s going on, do you?” Fear was climbing up my body. I felt myself go cold, and then I tried to quickly calm myself down. I thought that if I made myself go cold anymore, the cracks would spread faster.

Turns out, I was right. The cracks on my arm had already spread over my forearm, feeling emptier by the minute. Fear was clutching at my heart now.

Apparently, confusion, mixed with anxiety, and fear for your life isn’t the best combo for little ol’ me.

I could hear Julie’s huffs as she ran out of her house. We had both realized that we lived quite close to each other during our conversation. She lived at least 5 minutes away from my home.

“Well, right now, I can only think of one thing that’s happening to you, and it’s very rare,” she said, emphasizing on the ‘very’. “You’re experiencing a situation where you find out who you are as a person, but physically.”

“What?”

“It’s gonna tell you who you are, but in a really artistic way! You’re going through some weird shit! You’ll see what I mean later. I’m getting close, stay calm!” she cut the call.

“Okay. Yeah, I can do that.” I said to myself.

No, I cannot do that.

This is weird. Though not odd, I’ve read enough of mythology to know that this was some extra special magical stuff back-in-the-day. 

By back-in-the-day, I mean ‘B.C’ back-in-the-day. Like, Gods would bless most people to have the ability to know how to describe themselves in words. But some wouldn’t. That’s basically the entire story in short.

People like me weren’t mentioned much in history. Or maybe our history was erased. Maybe it was never even documented. Who knows? I sure as hell don’t.

Stay calm you idiot! Listen to Julie!

Voici la première chanson de l’album de Vince Dolphin que je suis en train de mixer (et masteriser). C’est très beau et il y a un super travail de création visuelle de la part de Lambert Duschene. Stylé.

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Here is the first song extracted from the upcoming Vince Dolphin album that I’m mixing and masterizing. Lovely colors and effects.