Chapter Twenty Seven: Years later...

PART THREE

800 years later...

Presently...

Gwendolyn hummed to the lyrics of the songs she had just finished creating. She was to present it to her boss once she reached the office.

"Hey, Gwen?"

"Yes, mum?" She stopped what she was doing to take a look at her mother. Her mother had just finished bathing and had put on a red silk robe as she let out her ebony waist-length hair to air dry. She walked into the side kitchen and seconds later, sounds of ceramics bowls could be heard.

"How is your songwriting going?" She asked from the kitchen. Gwendolyn dropped the notebook she was with on the couch she was currently slouching on and sat up, looking towards where her mother was.

"It's okay mum. We have a new singer over at the studio and I was asked to write a song for his first performance. He has the voice but isn't much of a writer." She picked up the book again, opened it, and started humming to the songs she had written.

"I just remembered. Another person got fired yesterday."