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Nora supposed it was because she had already been super-famous with

e Labyrinths before Izzy decided to go to Australia, so Nora’s decision not
to go may have been more understandable. Or maybe Izzy just liked the idea
of a famous friend.
Izzy wrote something under the picture of the whale.

All good things are wild and free.
She must have known about the tattoo.
Another message came through now from her.
‘Hope Brazil was a blast. Am sure you rocked it! And thanks ten million

for sorting out the tix for Brisbane. Am totally stoked. As we Gold Coasters
say.’
ere were a few emojis of whales and hearts and thanking hands and a
microphone and some musical notes.

Nora checked her Instagram. In this life she had 11.3 million followers.
And bloody hell, she looked amazing. Her naturally black hair had a kind
of white stripe in it. Vampiric make-up. And a lip piercing. She did look
tired but she supposed that was just a result of living on tour. It was a

glamorous kind of tired. Like Billie Eilish’s cool aunt.
She took a selfie and saw that while she didn’t look exactly like the
excessively styled and filtered photos on her feed, which had been for
magazine shoots, she did look cooler than she ever imagined she could look.

As with her Australian life, she also put poems up online. e difference
with this life, though, was that each poem had about half a million likes.
One of the poems was even called ‘Fire’ but it was different to the other one.

She had a fire inside her.
She wondered if the fire was to warm her or destroy her.

en she realised.
A fire had no motive.
Only she could have that.
e power was hers.

A woman sat next to her. is woman wasn’t in the band, but she exuded

importance. She was about fiy years old. Maybe she was the manager.