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America Singer is interested in many things. Art, playing music, dancing, singing, photography, and filming. Especially filming.
She would film daily moments like birthdays, silly moments, holidays, her parents dancing in the living room, as much as she could and over the years and collected hours of footage of her and her family.
While she enjoyed filming her entire family, May would get filmed the most often and she loved the camera. She would pose if she notice America capturing a photo of her or she'd say someone hilarious or something so utterly May that America just had to ask her to say it again for the camera.
Which brings us to today, or tonight rather, where America is barley holding it together on the couch with a freshly broken heart of about 20 mins watching the Illéa Report. She should be nervous she thinks, but her mind too preoccupied at the moment. But finally the Master of Events came up a half-hour and introduced Gavril, who walked straight over to the royal
family.
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"Good evening, Your Majesty," he said to the king.
"Gavril, always good to see you." The king was borderline giddy.
The royal family and Gavril spoke about god knows what before May couldn't help herself anymore.
"Oh god! He's so hot!" May announced. Her statements followed by a flurry of giggles. Ah yes, something to distract herself.
"Miss Elayna Stoles of Hansport, Three."
"Wait a minute," I pull out my camera and set it up to start filming May.
"Miss Tuesday Keeper of Waverly, Four."
She starts rolling and says, "Hey! May! Say that again for the camera!"
"Miss Fiona Castley of Paloma, Three." Is said on the TV as May dramatically whips her head towards mine and declares
"Maxon Shreave is hot shi-" But before May could finish her sentence for mom to chastise her over her language the TV blares,
"Miss America Singer of Carolina, Five." My camera moves with my head which whips around to the TV screen and there it is. The photo where I was so clearly in love but no for who everyone thought I was.
Everyone is screaming around me but I'm glued to my seat in shock. In shear unfiltered shock. But hey, at least I have that on video.