CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE

The next day, I woke up early. There was only one reason for me waking up this early, it was to buy some equipments for singing. Although you might think, in a world filled with supers ,and fight breaking out, high crime rate, will people even think about listening to songs? The answer is yes, they will.

Music is a thing that can ignite the hope in the hearts of people. Like the song made by a French revolutionary in my world, it was a way to ignite the hearts of the citizens, by emphasising on the ways they were struggling because of war and British government.

Author’s note: This world is not similar to the Earth we are living on. In this world, France was captured by Britishers after the first World War. So, just know that this is all a work of fiction. I hope no one gets offended.

After washing myself and dressing up, I walked downstairs. Celia didn’t argue with me when I asked her to sleep in the guest room. Though she was at a loss for words, when I asked her to sleep in the gue
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