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Jessica lived in a world of fantasy within her own mind, always focused on flights of fancy that would never come true.
“Perhaps that’s why your music is so good,” her agent said, “But it makes you a pain to work with.”
Her singing career ended up not being a flight of fantasy, allowing her to travel the world and have venues in places like London, yet being in London meant she needed to visit King’s Cross, to see where Harry Potter headed off for Hogwarts, and she sat there, mulling over and jotting things in her journal.
She dreamed of taking the train, of getting so far away and getting stranded at a place like Yorkshire in a quaint little British village run by a handsome man with a child, ready to sweep her off her feet as she found herself stranded and unable to make a plane out, not knowing there was an airport close to Yorkshire she could catch a flight from. Still, her Vianna venue wasn’t until January.
She let out a sigh, all dreamy, with flights of romantic fantasy.