Editing Announcements - 2011/07 - Shifting Shadows (section)

== Rollout Article (Previous Version) ==
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<font color=#f4c825>[Wiki contributor's note: After numerous spelling errors were pointed out in [http://forums.ac.turbine.com/showthread.php?t=52112 this thread] the article was rewritten.]</font>
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When the rich wanted to be a spectical, they wanted to be attended by a spectical. They believed they became whatever they were surrounded by. They believed that his striking beauty would somehow rub off on them. That was just fine with Ziryab; it allowed him to make these rich customers living canvases for his art. And he did make them beautiful, but that was not what made him in such demand. Making the most out of a natural beauty was easy. It was dealing those who were not so blessed with symetry of face that was the challenge. The secret was simple…if you could not make them beautiful, then make them striking. Memorable. If that meant shaving half their head, then so be it. If that meant weaving feathers into braids, done. If in meant dying their hair into rainbow stripes, then bring on the spectrum of colors.
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He entered the main function room and he was hit with the physical force of the base of the drums. Two dozen of the best drummers we beating away an intoxicating rhythm as models strutted down the runway displaying this year's exhibitors newest creations.
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There were traditional hairstyles, like the beehives popular in Viamont and Aluvia.  There were also more risqué hairstyles, including those where people's hair were lifted into spikes or fins.  Every one was met with sounds of approval.  Dereth had never seen hairstyles like this before.
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By the end of the show, the crowd was on their feet and their thunderous applause filled the hall. Ziryab lay back on his cushions, smiling as he raised his glass of fine wine to his lips. It was all going so well. He was ready to open his school. His would spread his art to every corner of Dereth.
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