Who: Alison; Pietro Where: Training outside. When: Sunday (Backdated) What: Blasting music and singing or training, yes definitely training.
The latest hit single off the pop star's album blasted from stereo as her body moved and flowed with the beat. It was a definite coming around again for her, but it had more feeling then the first time. This album was going to be her own songs that she wrote, not someone else's lyrics in her mouth. This was personal or as personal as Alison would get with over half the world as her audience. The first words parted from her lips, sorrowful and deep, blonde locks brushing her bare shoulders as she spun, using the back up sound to form the beautiful colors coming around her now. In a moment, she consciously put a stop to it and slipped into the second verse.
At these moments she would close her eyes and picture her grandmother standing there. The old woman would be smiling brightly at her, clapping with pride in her eyes. She was the only one Ali every cared to impress...the only one who had supported her long enough for the potential to grow into something else entirely.
"And I miss you. I can't find you in the darkness...but I know you are there. You were always there..." Her voice trailed off lightly.