#learning so my shots for Forever in San Myshuno can look GOOD

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ERIN HARVEY - MODEL SIM

I should be sleeping (since I do have to get up in like 4 hours) but I wanted to play around with editing and I’m pleased with what I worked on ☺️

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Fun fact: I played a lot of MMORPGs in high school. I’d make my character some sort of elf in every one. It was just a thing.

What do you plan to do after the contest is over? -Make my move to Del Sol Valley, hopefully. I love San Myshuno, but its time for a change. I already have everything I don’t use frequently packed and ready! What’s been your favorite theme so far, and why? -Ohhh, definitely the plantsim one! I had so much fun coming up with my look and picking just the right place to take the photos, and when I saw the finished product I couldn’t believe that was me, I felt like a goddess. It was well worth all that time sitting still being covered in body paint. [Laughs] What’s an average day off in your life like? -I usually get up super early and spend the morning relaxing. Big breakfast, yoga, hot shower, tea and a good book out on my balcony...Then I tend to any important errands or chores and plan for my busier days. If I have the money, I’ll sometimes go shopping and have lunch at this little Selvadoradian place by my house, it’s my favorite.  If you had to assume, what sort of impression do you think you leave on people? -I’ve had people tell me I come off as quiet, reserved, and focused. I just hope that doesn’t deter them from approaching me! What’s your favorite fashion accessory? -Definitely headbands, hair clips, scrunchies....all different types of hair accessories really. I love how they’re practical but can be so adorable at the same time. Do you have any big pet peeves? -I suppose when people feel like it’s their duty to judge others based on appearances, and refuse to give respect if they don’t personally find someone attractive. I always think they must have some nerve...and I’m sure they wouldn’t like it if they were ever given the same treatment. Fashionably late or early, and why? -Definitely early! I like having time to relax and prepare... Have you learned any big lessons in the past few years? -That it’s never too late to start something, and sometimes waiting for the right moment can mean waiting forever. I fall victim to this a lot, loving planning as much as I do. If you want to improve yourself or your life some way, or you have a project you wish to start, there’s no real reason you have to wait until next week or month or year. Start now.  What’s your favorite fashion era? -60s and 70s by far. I love all the boho looks, and colors and patterns...If I had an endless amount of money my closet would probably be full of vintage clothing from those years.  What risks do you think are worth taking? -I say anything you want so bad it makes you ache, you should go for it as long as it won’t harm others. I’d rather take a shot and miss, even horribly than regret not trying something, and I’m so glad all the risks I’ve taken before in my life have lead me to where I am today. What mistake do you find yourself making again and again? -Probably being harsher towards myself than I would be to others. It’s true what they say, you really are your own worst critic. I wouldn’t even think half the things I think about myself in regards to other people, they can be so mean and unfair. 

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With Indigo now soundly inside our house, Noah turned to me and asked what had me so entranced. I had been doing that mile-long stare for a while now. It used to only happen periodically when I thought upon our futures for a little too long, but these days, it was hard to catch me not completely swallowed by the void mid-conversation.

Del Sol Valley. That’s where I would be headed in the next few days. It had been a big shock when I received my admissions decision; not only had I got into one of the most competitive drama programs in the country, I had received a near full tuition scholarship as well. My dad had helped me figure out what I would need for the move and had my bulkier items shipped in advance for my dorm. I would be following them shortly after on the plane ride.

Alone.

While I would be pursuing a degree in performing arts at Del Sol University, Noah would be studying fine arts with a concentration in visual arts at the San Myshuno Institute of Arts. His acceptance letter came in only a day before mine. I added another item on my list of why August sucked: it was when I would be forced to leave my boyfriend behind to go to colleges 3,000 miles apart.

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Okay, so I wasn’t really being forced; the reality was that this was my dream. I had been doing school plays since middle school, and from the very first time I got a standing ovation while playing Maria from West Side Story, I knew that I wanted to live in that feeling forever. Becoming someone else on the stage, breathing life into the dialogue, bringing the audience to tears; it felt like I had been made for this. And Del Sol Valley was ground zero for the acting industry. If I wanted to make the best connections, book the best auditions, and live in the best atmosphere for what I hoped would become my career, there was no better place than that sunny, west-coast city where stars were born.

It was similar to how Noah felt about San Myshuno. The Institute was nestled right in the heart of the Arts Center, which had a long history of breeding the most notable creatives in the country, from the historical SanMy Renaissance of the early 20th century, to the rise of street art in the 80s and 90s, to the recently popularized minimalist styles of this century. He would be taking courses instructed by some of the most notable visual artists of the day learning both classical painting with oils, watercolors, and acrylics, and his preferred medium of graphite sketch. I was so happy that he was getting such a huge opportunity, but undeniably heartbroken that it meant we would be living on two sides of the country for most of the year. We’d agreed to stay together; long-distance wasn’t ideal, but neither of us could see not being together anymore. Our love was too perfect to throw away at the first bump in the road. But of course, it still scared me, and it was hard not to let that fear take over especially now that our final days were upon us.

Noah’s soft, warm lips pressed against my cheek brought me back. He had been amazing these past few months, wasting no time to make every moment count. It made my heart ache a little again to think about what a perfect life I was leaving behind. But I also felt warm in his arms. We were gonna make it through this.

Indigo returned after that, carrying not only three beers, but her new camera. It had been a graduation present from our dad and an upgrade from the cheaper digital camera she’d used for her photography club activities up to that point. As psyched as she was to use it, she’d also been extremely careful, afraid of tragedy striking and destroying it before she even moved in to her dorm. She set it down gingerly on the table and then handed us each a bottle.

Ivy: I’m surprised to see you handling that around liquid. I thought you’d keep it in the case for the next four years just out of sheer nerves.

Indigo: Ha ha. I figured it would be a shame not to use it at least once before we leave. I want to get some good shots of us all as we were before college to look back on when we’re graduating.

Noah: What a concept. Actually using your camera to take pictures. [chuckles]

Indigo: On second thought, you can leave.

Noah: You can’t kick me out.

Indigo: It’s my house.

Ivy: And mine.

Indigo: [rolling her eyes] Details, details. You want a nice picture to post to your Simstagrams or not?

Ivy: [giggling] Alright, alright, set up your camera already.

[simgerale]

WARNING: this gets SUPER LONG so if you don’t wanna read it all….uh just don’t click on “read more”! okay continue~

From: daniel.joelle@plumbob.com

Subject: No Subject

Dear Roma,

Hi. E-mails are weird, huh? You and I never use them, so I thought you’d probably never see this, and thus gave me another answer to my reoccurring question of: Why not? Because you might never lay eyes on these words and that’s pretty convincing. If I thought you would definitely see this, then I would have never considered writing this out. That’s the oddest thing about fear, isn’t it? We need reassurance to get over it instead of just…getting over it.

But I have two hours until my plane takes off, so…Here is the most ridiculous thing you’ll ever hear—or see, I guess—in your entire life.

I’m in love with you.

Blasphemous, right? How could I? When? Where? Why? What?

Well, I’ll answer them in order for you to make this a little less difficult to process.

How? I just laughed out loud because I have no bloody clue if I can answer this in just one e-mail. The fact is, Roma, you are the girl of every single person’s dreams. You would never believe this, of course, but I can prove it to you. Or, I’ll attempt to, in the very least. Your eyes are…inhuman, which is ironic since they are probably the most human thing about you. Very, very easy to get lost in. I’m speaking from experience—I’m a seasoned drowner in those seas. Every one of your emotions leaks through them, you know. And I love that. I wish I could share my thoughts with you just as easily, but that’s another thing. You are the only person I’ve ever told my “life story” to. You are the best listener, and you have no idea how much I appreciate that. You don’t judge easily. You are beyond intelligent, and my theory is that it comes with your alien genes. Your constant need to make someone smile and laugh. Every single stupid joke you would make when I was hungover. Every numerous smart comment you would make when I was frowning. The sound of your laugh. It’s my favorite sound in the world, so you can imagine when I was without it for five years, my life basically fell apart. Every time I close my eyes, you’re there. Smiling. Telling me to get real—you weren’t really there, and unless I did something about it, you would never be. So I’m here. Doing something about it. In too many sentences.

When? This one is harder, because it happened gradually instead of all at once. I think it started when we played Monopoly together for the first time, because you were very blunt and curious and I hadn’t ever had that in my life. Not directly, anyway. Then I started spilling all my secrets to you absentmindedly. The fact you could do that to me was a sign enough that we were meant to be together, whether that meant as life-long friends or something more. I had this crush on you, and I didn’t want to do anything about it. I liked us as friends. We were good as friends. And then I met Dahlia and I decided to give that a chance. I had to move on. But we had that fake date and, forgive me if I’m wrong, but it felt like a real one. Our first date. Not some rehearsal for me and Dahlia’s. You made me want to laugh with my mouth wide open, revealing to the world I had a tooth gap (something I have never been proud of until you told me it was cute). We ate spaghetti and drank root beers, which was so…you. I loved it. And then you opened a door for a kiss of some sort, and I walked right through.

You have no idea how much I wanted to make it a real kiss. I felt this oncoming surge of electricity but I prevented the shock. And then we said goodnight as if nothing happened. We ignored each other for too long. I realized I had made a mistake, ruined our friendship forever, and got drunk more. You know the rest, and we somehow made up and continued to pretend it never happened. I continued to date Dahlia. Prom. You and Atlas. My chest hurt for the entire summer until he left the country. Everything was okay. I even met someone to take my mind off of you, someone I thought I learned to care about, someone I did too many of my “firsts” with. I accidentally started to ignore our friendship like you did to me with Atlas. We had our first fight, which I have to say was well-fought on your side. I realized when you said you were moving, when you cried into my shoulder for hours, when you looked up at me and smiled despite feeling sad, just for my sake, that I loved you.

Where? Bus stops, subway stations, your apartment, my apartment, the hallway between our apartments, the street, the art gallery, the park, the school, the sidewalks by our favorite sandwich shop, the bench by the pier, the couch in the arcade, the San Myshuno airport, the Newcrest hospital, the hallway we had our second almost-kiss in, the taxi I almost jumped out of when I left you a few hours ago, everywhere.

Why? I think I already answered that in How. Or…it’s basically the same thing. Sorry, I’m running out of time, and if I don’t finish this now I know I never will.

What? Yeah, this declaration probably seems random to you. But it’s a long time coming for me. I suffered with this secret for too long. I pity Sammy, because I led her to believe I wanted to be with her forever. I can’t blame her if she hated me, but…she had some serious issues. And she wasn’t Roma Branham. That was her biggest issue.

So, this is what it comes down to:

If you feel the same way, if you don’t think Atlas could ever feel this, or make you even think he feels this, then reply. With anything. A picture of your mom taking double shots would be just fine. I’ve seen that picture by the way—it’s very impressive.

If you don’t feel the same way, if you think Atlas can love you, if you think he can give you more than I can, then don’t reply. Don’t say a thing. We’ll continue on as if nothing happened, like we did after our first almost-kiss all those years ago. I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I just thought you should know.

Completely serious,

Danny