One of Elizabeth's favourite prints is by Clayton Fleming: a panoramic photograph of rolling, wooded hills with the sun setting behind them, its soft, pinkish light picking out a pretty town tucked into a valley. She didn't bring it with her. It was an awkward size; she couldn't find anything to replace it in the frame, and it wouldn't do to leave an empty rectangle three shades brighter on the wall of her old apartment. And in any case, she has a view now that's even better.
"Zhí néng ài nǐ, you are my superstar."
Her other favourites, she did better with - their frames back home hold a half-dozen newly-bought posters, and there's no sign whatsoever that anything is missing. Everything is exactly as Lizzie Rydell left it when she boarded the ill-fated Shé Xuán and never came home again.
If she thinks about it too much, Lizzie knows, she'll start to miss what she left behind. So really, the best thing to do is not to dwell on it; to stay busy and stay positive, and to spend at least a few hours every day out walking in the glorious autumn sun. Lizzie Sunshine, Uncle Andy used to call her.
Matching one poster to a frame, she shimmies back for another. The bridge of the song is the tricky bit; Lizzie isn't leaving the right number of beats between the lines, and isn't quite hitting the high notes. But what she lacks in talent, she makes up for in enthusiasm - and the rolled-up print makes for a excellent impromptu microphone.
"Nǐ shì yìyì, shì tiàn shì dì, shì shén de zhǐ yì." She takes a deep breath. "Chú le ài nǐ, méiyǒu zhēn lǐ!"
Sing like nobody's listening, she's always believed, and dance like nobody's watching.
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"Zhí néng ài nǐ, you are my superstar."
Her other favourites, she did better with - their frames back home hold a half-dozen newly-bought posters, and there's no sign whatsoever that anything is missing. Everything is exactly as Lizzie Rydell left it when she boarded the ill-fated Shé Xuán and never came home again.
If she thinks about it too much, Lizzie knows, she'll start to miss what she left behind. So really, the best thing to do is not to dwell on it; to stay busy and stay positive, and to spend at least a few hours every day out walking in the glorious autumn sun. Lizzie Sunshine, Uncle Andy used to call her.
Matching one poster to a frame, she shimmies back for another. The bridge of the song is the tricky bit; Lizzie isn't leaving the right number of beats between the lines, and isn't quite hitting the high notes. But what she lacks in talent, she makes up for in enthusiasm - and the rolled-up print makes for a excellent impromptu microphone.
"Nǐ shì yìyì, shì tiàn shì dì, shì shén de zhǐ yì." She takes a deep breath. "Chú le ài nǐ, méiyǒu zhēn lǐ!"
Sing like nobody's listening, she's always believed, and dance like nobody's watching.