[To be in the radio station on the same day as Carmen Sandiego - Anya's not sure what to do with herself. Even though she'd been getting use to promo work over the past few weeks through radio interviews, commercials, street interviews, this sort of felt like an indicator that she was really... making it?
Still, she's nervous. So her hands fidget to play with something - the ends of her hair - and she finds herself softly humming a song underneath her breath as she wanders into the lobby, then looking around with curious eyes and a polite little smile to anyone who might see her.
When she does see Carmen sitting there, just like anyone else, she pauses. Blinks. And tilts her head. Is... Is this real life or is this just fantasy.]
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Still, she's nervous. So her hands fidget to play with something - the ends of her hair - and she finds herself softly humming a song underneath her breath as she wanders into the lobby, then looking around with curious eyes and a polite little smile to anyone who might see her.
When she does see Carmen sitting there, just like anyone else, she pauses. Blinks. And tilts her head. Is... Is this real life or is this just fantasy.]
Mечтать...? A dream...?