<b>Alissa Müller <br/>
Location : Stuttford, Schoken Events Club<br/>
Time: Past 12:pm<br/>
Mood music: Nathen Sykes- over and over again<br/>
Mentioned : Tristan <br/>
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</div></b><br/>Alissa stood to the side, staring at Tristan as he paced up and down nervously. She felt guilty, he was actually starting to doubt his talent, which was absurd since he literally had a super voice. But she guess that's what getting rejected time after time will do to you.<br/><br/>She loves her brother, more than anything in this world. And it hurt to see him doubting himself like this, but she did this because she loved him!<br/><br/>The memory whipe did not last, not even a month. She felt guilty, like she had done something wrong by regaining her memory so quick. She tried calling her parents immediately, the numbers no longer existed. Since then she spent her time between studies, working at a local printing place and keeping Tristan safe. And safe was not being a famous artist!<br/><br/>He came over to give her a kiss for luck. Oh the irony. Still she gave him a smile, he didn't need luck. He did need her however. In her search for their parents or any of the other supers she found some of them in the news, dead. And if Tristan made it big, using his powers, even if he didn't know that's what he was doing, he was putting a target on his back.<br/><br/>His guitar started and he immediately had the crowd hanging on his every word, he had them all adoring him, if she had let him, he would have masses of adoring fans by now. He would live that, the very thought terrified her. Her eyes traveling to the scout standing in the other corner, she seemed about ready to run him over with a contract. Great, more work for her it seems.<br/><br/>The show stopped and the crowd went wild, the scout joining them. She was so focused on the woman she missed Tristan coming towards her. "<b>Tristan, no!" </b>She tried before he pulled her on stage. She froze like a dear in headlights, standing like a statue until he released her hand. She practically ran off stage. Her death glare was completely lost on him. He was to giddy, the scout also didn't give her a chance to get her unhappy across as she all but promised him a record deal before running off, in a hurry to sign the talent she couldn't believe haven't been picked up yet. Shit, she would have to get to her quickly!<br/><br/>She turned her attention back to Tristan as he wanted to celebrate before quickly looking back at the retreating scout.<br/><b>"You were great Tris, really, as always. But this place is getting to noisy to my liking, plus I have a deadline this weekend. I'm going home." </b><br/>She eyed the redhead creeping closer , oh for fuck sake!<br/><b>"Tris, don't you dare bring some scank home, I mean it!" </b>Shooting the redhead a nasty glaze, she took off after the scout.<br/><br/>She caught up to her just as she got into a taxi. She quickly pulled open the door, the woman frowned at her until she recognized her. Alissa put on a friendly smile<b>" Mind if we share? I don't like taking cabs alone at night" </b>The scout smiled, moving over "<b>" Oh of course. I have to say Ms Müller, your brother is... " </b><br/><br/>It appeared both woman had fallen asleep mid conversation as they bit leaned against the seat. The scout quickly 'woke'. Alissa looked at her own body resting in the cab before quickly taking out her phone, scrolling down before finding Tristans' information. She quickly placed a voice message out. Telling him that after talking to her producer they decided to go another way. He had a beautiful voice but there is just too many out there at the moment with the same sound. We just don't think now is the time. Thank you and good luck. She deleted the voice note, all his details. She then sent a message from her own phone telling the scout, he (Tristan) decided they were not a match and he was going to go a different direction.<br/><br/>The taxi stopped and Alissa seemed to wake suddenly, practically flying out the the car moving away as quick as she could before the scout could get her bearings.<br/><br/>The scout blinked in confusion, she must have dozed off. These long days were starting to get to her. She glanced down at her phone blinking, showing she had a message. It wasn't good news, seems Tristan played her, he had found another agent. Dammit! Irritable she climbed out the taxi. What a shame.<br/><br/>Alissa had to take another taxi home. Tristan wasn't home yet. Ugghh, red headed scank. Well, she will make him pay tomorrow. She just took a quick shower before she went to bed.<br/><br/>She was up early as usual, unlike usual, her phone was ringing. Nobody but Tris even has her number? She picked up, not answering, it wasn't needed.<br/><br/><b>Gemini, urgently to return to Zodiac Island. </b><br/><br/>The message ended. Alissa lay staring at her phone. Okay. That's new. Well she had been looking for others, maybe their parents had been summoned as well. The AI had said Gemini, not Pollux, that meant they wanted Tristan as well. How was she going to break this to him? Well a problem for later. She dailed his number, and again and again. Dammit Tristan!<br/><br/>Leaving him a message to get his ass home now, she started packing.