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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
When practice was over, Callisto was escorted back to her room and locked inside, the lunch tray already within. She collapsed onto the bed once more, wondering if Io had returned. Her sister had promised she would make it back in time for the concert, with or without Jace. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of seeing her girlfriend again, although Callisto knew better, she knew that there was no way they had gotten Jace to go peacefully along with them and since she hadn't received a message from her, she had no reason to believe that Jace was here. Still, she wasn't disappointed, the two of them would be reunited soon, one way or another. "It's just going to be up to me," she murmured, taking a bite of the chicken that had been brought to her. It was bland, grilled, but seasoned sparsely. She opted for toast and butter once more.
Almost as soon as she was done, someone came to get her. "Time to get ready," the dress was whisked out of her closet, Callisto was familiar with this, the primping required of her to be stage ready. Where was Io? Why hadn't she come to see her yet? Callisto wondered as her face was painted and her hair primed. She had the normal jitters as her heels were put on and the dress slid onto her figure. There was a makeshift backstage where she waited, wondering what a concert for androids would be like. "Is Io here? I want to see her before I go out," Callisto demanded, receiving no answers. That's right, she could make no demands here, she was a prisoner in every sense of the word.
"I just want to see my sister," in case it was the last time she ever saw her again. Her human body was in a vegetative state, if she was ejected back into it, there was no telling what would happen. Would her interfacing software be damaged? Would Grover have another body prepared to place her into? What if it sent her real body into cardiac arrest? Or gave her another stroke? These were all risk factors she hadn't thought of up until this moment. Viren appeared, as he always seemed to do, face unreadable. "Ready for your debut?" He inquired, to which Callisto nodded her head, prepared for the fact that she was about to commit murder. Could he read her thoughts? Could he tell that she was plotting something?
"It's like every other concert I've given," Callisto replied, her wrists remaining cuffed together so that she couldn't slap him again. "Where is Io? I want to see her before I go out." She demanded, hoping that her sister was alright. "Her balance systems were damaged, she's being repaired." Callisto's shoulders sank. She wouldn't miss the concert, would she? "Get ready to go on stage, you'll receive your cue in a few minutes time." Callisto watched Viren walk between the curtains onto the makeshift platform, no doubt to prepare all of the androids for what was to come.