Octavia:
"Hey guys, I have two tickets. Search my bag, search me, please just do not throw away the water inside my bag, please!"
The security team checks Octavia's bag, looks at the water inside, shakes it once or twice:
"Hmm. All right, okay, you may pass. Thank you."
Octavia turns to Linnea, stretches the words across time and shouts:
"I-C-A-N-N-O-T-B-E-L-I-E-V-E-T-H-I-S! Linnea, even though tons of tickets were produced, we caught tickets to the band 'Chromium' through the lottery.S-S-ISN'T-IT-A-M-A-Z-I-N-G?!"
Linnea is about to say something when Octavia interrupts her in an irritating tone, changing her voice with every question:
"Do not look at me like that. Amazing? Not amazing? Amazing? Not? Amazing? Not?"
Linnea, with elegance flowing liter by liter:
"Do not exaggerate that much, Octavia… I can only believe this with real data. I will open it and check, best option…"
Linnea opens her phone and asks the AI:
"There are two tickets on us and 172,766 users using the Leyn site. What is the probability that these two tickets came to us through this site?"
The AI, Millennium, answers Linnea:
"Total users/entries: 172,766
Tickets you have: 2
Winning probability = 2 / 172,766 = 0.000011576… = 0.0011576%
Approximately 1 / 86,383.
Between the difficulty of flipping a coin 16 times and getting heads all 16 (1/65,536) and 17 times all heads (1/131,072). So in the '16–17 heads in a row' range."
Linnea looks at Octavia with terrifying eyes:
"This… This is epic, OCTAVIA! These two tickets could have been the turning chance of our lives, but instead we won tickets to go watch the 'bla bla' band members bray in full screen at a metal concert, bla bla."
While continuing, she narrows her eyes around and says:
"Octavia? Octavia!"
At that moment, Octavia had already taken off toward the concert area with the red carpets. Only a tiny stone that could trip her foot would have been able to stop her. But Linnea could not manage that for a while.
Linnea, borrowing from her lungs, runs and hits Octavia lightly on the head.
"Octavia! The hair I carefully styled has turned messy because of running. Why are you going without waiting for me?!"
Octavia raises her eyebrows twice, implying, "Linnea, look up and see!" When Linnea looks up, in front of her is a huge screen blended with a gigantic logo: "CHROMIUM." Bracelets of chains reaching up to the sky, people with long hair…
In short, there was an Anti-Linnea community.
Octavia grabs Linnea's arm — let us not say she took her in, but DRAGGED her into that crowd.
After entering among all the teenagers, Linnea, while being dragged, cannot comment, and at that moment — direct hit! She steps on one of the disgusting vomit bags and bursts it.
She brakes herself, then suddenly covers her nose and turns her head to the right, but Octavia is also on the right; her hand collides with Octavia's nose.
Octavia groans and holds her nose.
Linnea grimaces, with a childish spirit toward Octavia:
"I am sorry, but you LOOKED like someone who deserved that!
"
Octavia turns her head right and left, her long orange hair shaking. She breaks apart. When she trembles herself back to reality, already sensitive Octavia had been shocked — she had expected at least the sentence, "Did something happen to you?" after her friend hit her.
She looks at Linnea angrily and shouts:
"You do not speak to a random person with that kind of intimacy, Linnea. I hope I have looked like a random person to you. NOW GET OUT!"
Linnea puts the voice inside her conscience into a hell:
"Get out? Get out? FINE, Octavia… Please do not take good care of yourself!"
And she had turned to dust within that luminous spectacle.
Octavia felt, for the first time, that she needed to move her mind with a crane. When her hair fell in front of her, it was as if a vine had been woven over her face. She had lost her balance; colliding into things, she staggered forward toward a point she did not know. She bumped into someone's shoulder.
"Excuse me, why are you bumping into my shoulder?"
A loud-voiced young man dressed in black replied:
"You were the one who BUMPED into me, not the other way around!"
Octavia:
"Oh, please!"
she said and continued walking.
With her eyes widened in anger, Octavia seemed as if she were angry at everyone. The glittering lights and the speakers were pounding against her ears. She came to the decision that she urgently needed to leave the concert of those great singers she loved.
Immediately, she slipped through the crowd and directed herself toward the red carpets. She pushed some people, nudged others, saying "sorry" as she passed. Her mind was extremely turbulent, yet she did not know the reason…
It was good that there was no reason…
When she reached the columns, she collapsed there. The black blouse and denim shorts she was wearing also smelled bad in a way whose reason she did not know. At first she felt disgusted; then suddenly she slumped against the columns, and from there toppled over, throwing herself onto the red carpets.
"I suppose I am ready."
And she added:
"Did my anxiety catch me? Or am I acting because I was hit on my nose?"
She began laughing in hiccups, yet not a single drop had touched her mouth.
She pressed her face against the red carpet. No one would notice her, because while everyone was enjoying the electric guitar riffs, Octavia was practically playing a sorrowful piano piece.
She dragged her face across the red carpets and turned it to the left.