It's almost Thursday as Keira's freaking out. She's done and tired. I completely understand her problem, because I went through the same thing being a doctor, in history, going through a million and one exams.

I'm writing to all of you on behalf of my friend and basically creator. She made me like her. History buff, artist, bassist, same clothing style. Hair's pretty much the same: long, chestnut brown, super wavy hair. Some call me the female John, John or John in the backgroud, mixed with Steve Harris, a bassist himself. The leader of the band.

I don't complain. I sort of am. Not as big as Roger Waters. But big enough. I'm five foot seven. I'm taller than Bruce Dickinson. I use him as an arm rest.

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*crickets chirping*

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No, guys. I'm not that mean. Ask anybody. My friends (Kat knows me the most), my bandmates (the rythym section, my drummer Sam), my, my, my rockstar acquaintances that I totally have met. Robert Plant, Brian May, Roger Daltrey, Jimmy Page, Geezer Butler, etc.

She complains that I stole her man, Stephen Percy Harris but she writes me with him so...I don't know.

I wouldn't saw we get along super well (or super horrible, either) like she does will all of you (the well part of that sentence), but I'm hoping we (you guys) can still be friends.

We bicker and argue about things like who killed who, and gaining a daughter, and-

C'mon guys, if you don't get that reference...none shall pass.

I did it again. No, I said it again. No, no, I said it again. no. nO! NO!

Michael Palin might give you a hint to what I'm referencing of all things I can with my diverse knowledge and dark humour!! He's truly an aesthetic all to himself. ^^

I like Python, which I owe my husband and bandmates (Iron Maiden) for that. I also owe the pleasure of sitting down and dozing off to Jethro Tull, which I then pasted on to Keira.

Another I do love is prog rock.

All you need is prog. Ba, da, da, da, da. Prog is all you need.

Chris Squire is one my of main influences, John Deacon and Paul McCartney (or the sassy bastard as Keira calls him), are my others.

A few modern ones I like are Rick Savage and Nikki Sixx.

Oh wait...what year are we in?

Because I'm still in a white Aerosmith t-shirt and have a Who patch on the back pocket of my jeans and my hair is crimped.

I don't know anymore.

I should probably hop on a jumper or something comfy now, and stop rambling about me and my odds and ends to life.

Trinkets are funny little things. The odds and ends have a life of their own.

Oh, frighten me, look at the time. I must be gone. I'll see you soon. My name's Lilyana, by the way but you can call me Lily.

💚Lily💚