This just In! [Harruuhi] Nov 13, 2019 5:07:26 GMT -4
Post by Sonya Chernova on Nov 13, 2019 5:07:26 GMT -4
The voice on the radio was smooth, strong, a masculine tone that carried every bit of professionalism as it did an oddly enticing suave flair. There was a faint buzz in the background, the real struggle as far as in-person journalism was concerned. Background noise was common place in his line of work and his interviewee seemed to have a similar patience for irritating things in their life. She smiled at him before he resumed speaking, giving him a charming look through a pair of pink, glowing eyes.
"Welcome back Strongheart Nation to another episode of Strongheart Talks! Today we have a very special guest with us! The absolutely stunning beauty before me is none other than Sonya Chernova who's been making a bit of a name for herself recently. Haven't you ma'am?" Came the unmistakable voice of Strongheart, a one-time vigilante turned radio personality who's broadcast is listened to by folk of every walk of life.
A gentle laugh follows his complement; "Thank you dear, It's good to be here."
"I admit I'm used to my studio, what brings us out to Tokyo Park?"
"Holding private concerts is certainly an honor, but there is something about being out here with the public that makes me feel... connected with the rest of the world," Sonya says.
"You have a big heart, Miss Chernova,"
"Please, call me Sonya,"
"Sonya. I hear that you've been getting involved in business as well. Anything you can tell us about that?"
Sonya lets out a laugh; "Oh I wish I could, dearie. You'll just have to see with everyone else..."
The interview continued much in the same manner for nearly thirty minutes with the two of them discussing everything from fashion to consumer electronics. They finally ended with a brief talk on the future of radio and Sonya's fascination with the new directions many schools are taking to help quirked students. It tapered off with that and eventually the crews and microphones disappeared, leaving Sonya alone to her own devices.
Freed at last from that particular case, and the fascinated paparazzi, Sonya did the only thing she knew to do to relax. Sitting at the edge of a fountain she drew out her violin and began to play. Was it a whim? Or another calculated risk? Only time would tell.
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