❝ charlie! charlie! charlie! ❞ there’s eagerness embedded in her tone as she rushes inside the music store. barbie didn’t know how to contain her positive emotions, therefore they all poured out akin massive rollers of the roughest coastlines. her smile was bright and genuine – it’ll make millions someday soon, just as she intended. ❝ it worked!! applying for that role actually worked! you’re now looking at princess aurora! ❞ hands motion to reveal her attire (as if she was already princess aurora ; she wasn’t) – and oh, the wretched dreams of stardom … it’s all barbie ever wanted, to be on screens, to leave a legacy, to be remembered, an ideal. and it seemed like it finally worked out for her. ❝ when does your shift end? i want to celebrate this with you! ❞ hands clasped together as she shifted in her position, still childlike and oblivious to the reality. nevertheless, one thing remained permanent, steadfast in the midst of it all : the need to celebrate with her friends (like @tornblackedgcs), for it was them who had her back all along.