<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>A myriad of emotions - determination shining through...</em></span></div><br/>Surprise showed clearly on her face at the sudden outbursts, the votes of confidence. How could they still hold so much hope in her? In Waxing Rhapsodic?<br/><br/>As those seated around her began chiming in, smiles on their faces despite current circumstances, Aline felt that oppressive feeling of defeat waver...waver and slowly be replaced by a warm rush of gratitude. Of confidence. Of determination.<br/><br/>Eventually, a broad smile was on her lips as she looked up to face her waiting audience. Her eyes were overly bright, she was blinking far too often. Tears were on the verge of spilling over again, but she held them back. Even if they were tears of happiness, she felt she couldn't start bawling again. Not now, not when they expected an answer from her. An answer from their usual boss, the Aline who was always so sure of herself.<br/><br/>"You're right." The words left her lips as a hoarse whisper, clearing her throat she began again, that familiar tone of voice back in place. "You're all right. This isn't the end. Waxing Rhapsodic isn't over, it's just begun. We've only just started to make a name for ourselves...and it's too early to stop, to give up." Dewy brown eyes traveled around the table, stopping briefly on each face. "Isn't that right?"<br/><br/><em>Right. It's too early to give up now...</em>Firmly, she repeated it to herself mentally before continuing. "As long as I have support from all of you, I know we can get through this and the gallery will be even more amazing than before." She finished this with a lopsided grin feeling refreshed despite wearing tattered pajamas and slipper-less. Motioning to the nearest waitress, she motioned to the cluttered table when the woman arrived. "Check please, and you don't mind me borrowing your phone right? I can't seem to find my cell..."<br/><br/>Apparently Aline did manage to find her credit card and she dug through her bag and fished out her wallet. After exchanging the piece of plastic for an additional scrap of paper, the petite Asian would be found seated comfortably next to the cashier with the phone cradled at the crook of her neck, pen scribbling away on the back of a menu for the next several hours...<br/><br/>