"I heard her contract has been terminated." A light whisper drifted with the wind landing in Celine's hearing but she didn't stop walking.
She felt like a specimen under the scrutiny of a thousand eyes. Immediately she came out of Peter's office it felt like every artiste in the company had come to take a look. It felt like they wanted to get a glimpse of what a fallen star looked like.
A fallen star... Celine thought bitterly, her heart constricting in her chest.
A fallen star still walked with grace in her steps, with dignity, a fallen star kept her head up and her shoulders back even if she no longer had anything to be proud of, a fallen star kept her tears in and kept her eyes straight, a light elegant smile, a quietly demure gaze...at least that was how Celine appeared.
If this was her final image in the eyes of the public, she wouldn't be seen broken and defeated, she would be seen just as graceful as she had been when she had the crown on her head.
