May 27 to June 1, 2097 – Melbourne
I’ve never been one for lounging around, but after Seoul’s whirlwind, Melbourne was a welcome reprieve. Not a lot happened in these days. Sure, the occasional meet-and-greet and the usual concert prep, but nothing compared to the chaos of flying around Seoul with Halo breaking every rule in the book. Melbourne has its quirks—mainly the Awakened dangers that come with the territory.
Australia’s reputation as a deadly place has only ramped up post-Awakening. Now, you can’t step into the ocean or wander into the outback without being briefed on the local nasties. The Awakened sea creatures are particularly nasty, and that’s saying something. It’s not just the sharks and jellyfish; it’s spirits and awakened creatures that can tear you apart if you don’t have the proper protection.
They briefed us about it on the flight, and then, once on the ground, I got the more detailed run-down as part of security protocol. It’s all pretty standard if you know what to expect. I made sure to go over the precautions with the team—no taking risks, not after what we’ve been through.
That said, Melbourne gave us some much-needed time to unwind. The city isn’t Seoul, thank God, and there was actually space to relax. I even caught up on sleep, which feels like a minor miracle these days.
June 2, 2097 – Melbourne Concert
This was the main event. Halo put on a massive celebration of everything Australian. The Aussies lapped it up, cheering her on like she was one of their own. The critics? They tore it apart. Something about it not fitting with the broader tour’s themes. To be honest, I don’t care what the critics think. The Aussies loved it, and that’s what matters. What surprised me, though, was the online reaction. It’s turned into a bit of a war—Aussie fans defending Halo against the rest of the world. Fortunately, it’s all in good humor, for now.
June 3, 2097 – Vineyard Concert
After the public show, we had a more intimate concert for the elite at a vineyard outside Melbourne. I’ve lost count of how many of these small, private shows we’ve done for the rich and powerful, but this one had a different feel. Maybe it was the view—overlooking rolling hills, rows of grapes, and the city far in the distance. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful considering what we’ve got coming next.
As soon as Halo finished her last note, we were hustled back onto the preloaded plane. No time to savor the afterglow of a job well done. The next leg of the tour awaits. Fiji is up next, and we’re diving straight into the Lost Continent. Zara’s plan is still murky, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t sound like trouble. We’ve got a lot to prepare for.
The flight was overnight, and with the time difference, we’ll be landing early on June 4th. No rest for the wicked.
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