if it weren’t already obvious that guy was worried, the use of her nickname would have been a dead giveaway. the only times he ever called her poppyseed were when he was genuinely concerned for her or when he fucked up in some major type of way. taking a sip of her tea, she thought over his words. who could she even have him go after? bill, for certain. but she didn’t want to tell him about any of that - strangely enough as of recently that wasn’t even the most pressing thing on her plate anymore. “i think… i think i’m the one ruining people’s lives right now,” she confesses quietly, staring down at the mug in her hand and refusing to look at him. “i think i messed a lot of things up.”
guy shook his head at her. “impossible. it can’t be you. they are wrong.” poppy very rarely did things that were so wrong guy could consider them wrong. most of the time he just calls it little poppy things. “start from the beginning, okay? i can handle anything you throw at me. we have been through a lot of shit together. so i like to think i am an expert at handling things like this.” he gave her a smile, trying to make things feel better than it was. he was so sure it couldn’t be as bad as creek things. “you got nothing to lose with me because i am not going anywhere.”
curled up in the heated blanket guy had wrapped around her as he left to go make some tea, poppy was on the verge of falling asleep right then and there. the past day had been awful - it was as if everything that possibly could have gone wrong did and with lily rose finally asleep for the first time in what felt like twenty-four hours, she wanted nothing but to follow in her daughter’s lead. but she couldn’t do that right now. not when guy had decided it was finally time to address the less than stellar mood she’s been in for the past month or two. unknown to her, the bad luck coursing through her was partially what had sparked this upcoming conversation. not that it was necessarily a bad thing - in fact it was actually the exact opposite and probably should have happened a long time ago - but it sure was something poppy had purposefully been trying to avoid for as long as possible. as guy returns with the tea, she carefully accepts it and sets it on the coffee table in front of her before opening up the blanket in an invitation for him to join and cuddle on the couch. “go ahead - i know you’re just dying to ask about it all,” she says, smiling a little to show that she isn’t actually upset. she was just… tired. both physically and emotionally. @djdiamondg
guy has seen poppy through a lot. he knew exactly how to take care of her and he knew the first and last names as well as socials of most of her enemies. he was ready to fight for poppy at a moment’s notice and he knew poppy knew that. probably was the reason she refused to let him know how shitty her life is going until the last minute. and this hot mess was...new. he was worried but if he wasn’t tough about it he wouldn’t get much out of her. still, he had her favorite tea and blanket and he did press a kiss on her forehead before he took a seat across from her. “i have too many questions to know where to start,” he said, sitting up a little bit. “poppyseed, we are better than this. tell me what’s going on so i can ruin their lives.”
rosie was always thankful for the fact that the rumors that surround her keep most people at bay. the groups that come by to the circus before or immediately after a show only want to see her from afar, and she’s just fine with that. leo’s never been that great with strangers…when he’s awake anyways. “oh, good girl.” rosie coos, smiling brightly and encouragingly as roxy steps down from her pedestal and follows rosie back to her cage. they’d rehearsed most of the obstacle related portion of their act with next to no protest from roxy, whom up until recently didn’t want to do anything other than play the entire time. at first, roxy’s playfulness was a little terrifying because no matter how cool rosie thought the lions were she couldn’t ignore that their size and predatory nature made them dangerous. but, rosie learned that once the lions trust was earned they hardly caused a problem. feeling safe was the key to keeping a sharp toothed bite at bay, and well…rosie could fucking relate. “didn’t mention i had cats?” rosie asks, not bothering to turn around to greet guy just yet when she hears his voice. it should alarm her that his presence is more a welcome surprise than a cause for tense shoulders; not necessarily used to the idea of feeling comfortable around people. especially new people. rosie wishes she could say the strange sense of ease is because he’s best friends with poppy so he must be safe, but the other woman is so loving she can’t imagine poppy not just…trusting most people. which, means rosie might have to come to terms that the small smile that touches her face when she finally does look at him is because she actually likes having him around. “what are you doing here guy?” she asks, brows raised as she closes roxy’s cage. “got a secret clown fetish i don’t know about or something?” they don’t know each other well at all, but guy diamond willingly coming to a circus just doesn’t seem like a real sentence yet alone something that’s happening right now.
guy scoffed. “a clown fetish? that’s so it chapter two or something like that. i never saw the movie so i don’t know.” he suddenly had a weird feeling in his stomach and he knew it couldn’t be nerves because guy diamond didn’t get nerves. not like this. this was a poppy thing, did she have possession over her body? they had only tried voodoo that one time and..no. guy was letting his mind go way overboard and for what? nerves? fake. “i was looking for you, actually,” he continued, looking around as he got more comfortable. “i was...curious. about the circus and what you do and....if you were busy?” he honestly wanted reject himself for this. he has never felt so out of his comfort zone before and he hated it. a lot. but seeing rosie made it a bit more bearable. “i was hungry and i could have went home and ate there but i thought..wow...maybe rosie is hungry too and here i am. to see if you’re hungry. it’s chill if you aren’t. and if you want to not be around me, that’s also chill. it’s not even a big deal. is that lion yours?”
guy wasn’t sure if he had ever gone to a circus in his life. he kind of thought they were horrifying, but who was he to judge? he had been through some pretty horrifying things himself and could argue that he was horrifying as far as personality went. so he could handle a few clowns and some bendy people. at least he thought that was what a majority of the circus was. honestly, he had no clue what rosie did here, but he was eager to find out. the woman was on his mind more than himself, which was odd, but he was gonna run with it. perhaps it was because she was a mystery to him. guy didn’t want to get bored of her, and a large part of him was sure that wasn’t possible, but he still worried a little bit.
as he made his way through the small crowd of people he was thanking god he had sunglasses on so people couldn’t see how over it he was of strangers touching him. he had to ask around a lot before he found himself anywhere near where rosie could be, but he hoped that when people told him to find the lion first that it was a joke. but there she was, with a lion, and his jaw was on the floor. “.....is this real life?”
rosie runs a hand through her hair. “you’re good to go.” she nods at him, giving him the cue to start the music. there wasn’t much rosie considered herself naturally good at, having spent most of her life trying way too hard for the approval of her parents. but being on a stage was something that came to her as easy as breathing. so, as the familiar song fills the space around them she falls easily into the performance knowing her voice is strong enough to get her through this with ease, and her attitude and stage presence is more than enough to secure the gig. when the song reaches the bridge she’s fully committed to the act, jumping up and down and whipping her hair around as if she’s just singing the song at the top of her lungs with gigi and putting on a little performance with her best friend in their apartment. she finishes strong, striking a pose as the song fades out. “any notes?” she asks, voice still pretty dull because whatever criticism he has isn’t going to destroy her.
he was ready to grow bored, only pay attention a little bit, and then move on. but instead he was pulled into her singing, like a hopeless sailor being lured into the rocky depths below by a siren. he knew that was dramatic, corny even, but he was into rosie and what she was doing. she looked like she was having fun and that was one thing; but being fun and talented? a rarity. a gift. he was still in awe after she was done and had let the silence hang in the air too long. eventually he started to get a grip on himself and he shrugged. he couldn’t shop her how he actually felt;that would be misleading. “not bad,” he said finally,slowly clapping his hands together. “you’re in. rehearsals are on every other night and you can bring one friend for moral support.” he set his empty clipboard down again. “is that gonna be fine with you? it’s not a paid gig either. just a little fun or whatever for the botb.”
Camden had been gearing up for this moment all day. Of course, he’d pretty instantly overlooked the gig prospect, but a job at a karaoke bar? This was his brand of partying, after all. However, when he stepped on the stage, he didn’t expect the one man in front of him to be more intimidating than a whole crowd had been. Nor did he think he needed to come with a song. Smiling widely, with no trace of his internal battle, he rocked forward onto his toes. “I’m, uh- Camden Little.” He announced, holding back from offering a little wave with the declaration. “And I’m looking for a job. But, I… Didn’t really know I was supposed to prepare a song? Word of mouth breeds oversights.” Was he starting to ramble out of self-consciousness? Maybe. Reigning back in his nerves, he tipped his head to the side. “I can kill some Freddie Mercury, though.”
Oh here we go. Another twink who thought he was the next Freddie, except he didn’t because he was shy so he was more of the Troye Sivan type. “First rule of Y.O.K.O....always be ready to sing.” He tapped his fingers against his clipboard. “If you must sing Queen, then sing it. But I don’t want to hear their greatest hits. Give me something rarely done or get out of my sight, okay?”
While normally hearing a casting director yell out no no no would have most performers worried or anxious, Gigi was so used to that type of attitude coming from P.T. that it barely even phased her. Instead she waited patiently for the person on the stage to leave before walking out herself, not giving a single care that the owner seemed to have a bit of an attitude. “A gig,” she answers confidently, standing a little bit taller and giving him a genuine yet obviously practiced smile. “I’m going to be singing Walking on Sunshine.” It was one of her go-to shower singing songs, and even though Gigi was a much stronger dancer than singer, she liked to think she was good enough to make it into a little karaoke group. Really, she was only doing this as a way to scout out other talent and be involved in the festival, but she figured she might as well still have some fun while she was at it!
As much as he didn’t want to hear Walking on Sunshine, he had to admit the girl was interesting enough for him to hear her out. Her enthusiasm was enough to get him to get up and play the music for him. “Don’t hold back,” he responded his expression unreadable for the dramatic effect. He sat back down, clipboard in hand like he was going to write notes when in reality he was going to doodle.
rosie isn’t at all phased by the premature dismissal this man offers her. working for P.T. has gotten her used to far worse, and by the sounds of it rosie isn’t sure if this new man is having the best time holding these auditions right now. as much as she loves to perform in any regard, she mostly finds herself here because gigi had said she wanted to audition and you’d be hard pressed to find the two girls too far apart. “hey,” rosie offers a nonchalant wave. “rosie widow applying for the gig.” and while a job at a karaoke bar sounds promising and fun (probably pays better too) she loves the circus and her role there. plus she’s not sure if she could keep her lions if she left. “since u been gone by kelly clarkson, whenever you’re ready.”
guy sat up, impressed by how over it she sounded. he liked a woman who could be nonchalant. he looked at his clipboard which didn’t actually have anything written on it and then back at her. “i’ll put the track on.” he said finally, before he got up and went over to the sound system. he had to admit he was really hoping this rosie girl could deliver. he liked her face, her vibe, and he needed her to be the real deal. “alright....rosie. whenever you’re ready.”
“No, no, no,” Guy said loudly before clapping his hands together. He had been holding auditions for a karaoke group for the Battle of the Bands pre-show and was also trying to potentially hire new people all in one swoop. But it was a disaster. There just wasn’t the spark, the pizzazz, and he was not going to let people represent him and suck at it. “I knew I should have did this myself. I practically run the bar myself, so why not this performance?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe it wasn’t too late to make himself a drink and call it a night. He was pretty sure that was where this was going, but then someone new took the stage and he groaned. “Alright....I guess you’re it for today. Did you want a job or a gig? What are you singing and what is your name that I will probably forget?”
|| Get to know GUY DIAMOND who’s TWENTY-EIGHT years old and works as a KARAOKE BAR OWNER in town. He is from FLORIDA and is often times mistaken for AVAN JOGIA while others say he reminds them of GUY DIAMOND from TROLLS. ||
HEADCANONS
it really is no surprise that guy is so full of himself. his mother was a model, beautiful and mysterious; she was so much of a mystery that guy has and still does spend his days trying to learn more about her. he was mostly raised by his dad who was a fool, but he at least had style.
his expensive tastes 100% come from his parents and in school he made sure he was always dressed to impress. he liked having all eyes on him and he liked knowing that he always left an impression on someone. he was a bit of a drama king (and still is) so he really knew how to charm and work a crowd of people.
because he constantly needs attention,. he was constantly sneaking out and getting intro trouble. this peaked in high school especially. but sneaking out to a senior party his sophomore year was how he met the wonderful poppy pink. poppy was the most dazzling person at the party and by far the sweetest. he hadn’t really surrounded himself with sweet until her and he is happy he did because he gets along with poppy better than he ever has with anyone else. they are kindred spirits and he would do almost anything she asked of him.
he is a hedonist to the core. he kept it pretty basic throughout high school but the moment he was in college he took pleasure seeking to every level imaginable. he partied hard; sloppy sex, drugs, alcohol, the works. and there was never a moment where he wasn’t on something or not all over someone.
the incident happened after his 21st birthday. he had been on a bender for a good week and went especially hard for his birthday. being as full of himself as he is he thought he would be able to get behind the wheel while incredibly intoxicated with a bunch of friends and almost lost his life doing it. he got a DUI, lost his license and got a hefty fine.he thanks the party gods poppy wasn’t with him that night.
the DUI didn’t actually stop him from going as hard as he was, it just embarrassed him that it happened so close to home. so when he heard about corona and his friends wanting to move he was on board. he needed a new scene, a new place to party, and he was sure corona was gonna be party central.
when he first moved to the island he was sure it was a dud. the parties were lame but guy kept pushing through them. he promised poppy he would tone himself down a little bit and he did, sort of. at least he tried to for a bit.but he was bored easily and with boredom came restlessness.
but luckily his boredom did create something positive. one day he ended up at some old karaoke bar that was on its last leg. guy thought that was unacceptable and made it his passion project. he put a lot of his work, sweat, and money into the place, using his cushion for good use. he named his masterpiece Y.O.K.O. (you only karaoke once) and it has been his party place ever since.
while he loves Y.O.K.O. with his entire being, running the place isn’t enough. so now he has been dabbling in djing, making new mixes to play in the background when there wasn’t anyone singing. he likes doing it and he likes it even more when people mention how good the music scene is in the place.
he is addicted to glitter. glitter in his hair, glitter in his clothes, glitter at the bar. you know guy has been somewhere from the trails of glitter alone.
he recently found out he may or may not have a son. yep! he is in complete denial and refuses to even speak on it. but it is on his mind a lot. no one knows, not even poppy. he is not a kid person. (lily rose you are it).
he has nicknames for all of poppy’s exes and current flings. (creek is yogi nazi, angelo is angry bird, barb is punky pie, branch is bold and beige, and prescott is prickle pants bc....yanno.) sometimes he updates them, sometimes he does not.
he is pansexual. he loves everyone and is so touchy.
but yeah he just...parties hard, loves selfishly, and looks amazing doing it.
